A powerful killing intent rushed in like a raging ice tide from behind, making Xu Wendong shiver involuntarily.
The sensation was akin to being stalked by a beast from the depths of primordial chaos, the cold breath of death tightly entwining him, causing every nerve in his body to instantly tense up.
He suddenly turned his head, only to see a man dressed in a black brocade robe swaggering toward them.
The man was tall and formidable, resembling a moving mountain, with each step carrying an imposing momentum akin to Mount Tai.
Despite being enveloped by the brocade robe, his muscular physique was still clearly visible, each muscle seemingly containing explosive power capable of destroying everything, as if even the slightest movement could trigger an earth-shattering collapse.
His face appeared to be meticulously sculpted by a Divine Craftsman using the sharpest tools, with firm lines, as if carved by knife and axe, each contour projecting a resilient and indomitable aura.
