"Ow!"
Some White Fox people suddenly let out miserable roars. After the other White Fox people died, countless ferocious and hatred-filled gazes stared intently at Chen Yun, wishing they could tear him into pieces.
Everyone immediately became nervous. A huge battle was about to break out.
At this moment, an old voice suddenly sounded from the snow.
"Stop!"
"Stop!"
This old voice came from the snowstorm with an incomparably ancient and boundless charm. What was even more shocking was that when this voice came, all the White Fox people actually stopped respectfully, as if they were listening to an imperial decree.
Under everyone's surprised gaze.
The White Fox people spread out and formed a straight passageway in the middle. An old man with a hunched figure and a head of white hair walked over slowly. The old man's face was almost covered in spots and he was extremely old. His wrinkles overlapped like old tree bark. He panted slightly even without taking a step.
