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Noah and the others had managed to avoid the expansion of the expert's aura, but their instincts didn't stop screaming in fear. They could sense that the new threat wasn't something that they could face.

The expert had the aspect of a middle-aged man with long white hair and no beard. He wore a white robe that didn't have any spot nor emblem, and a white halo covered his figure.

Noah couldn't understand his cultivation level. He could vaguely sense that the man existed past the eighth rank, but his energy was too different from the "Breath" to belong to the world.

'We can't stay here,' Noah thought while trying to find a way to convey those words to his companions.

His team had managed to avoid the deadly attack, but their power ended there. The golem had shielded them from the heavy pressure, but there was a limit to how much they could rely on Radiant Eyes.