He didn't know how long had passed.
The old man's eyes suddenly popped open.
He felt some throbbing pain in his body, the blast of energy just now was too strong.
He saw a young man's figure.
The young man stood with his hands behind his back, carrying an air of dominance over the world. His skin was distinctly cold and dark, like a carved statue, angular and sharp, with his straight, flying eyebrows and narrow, sharp black eyes that gave off a hint of chill.
He knew very well that it was this man who had wounded him and also had directly made a breakthrough during the fight.
It was quite shocking to hear.
Ren Feifan felt the old man's eyes open and turned around, staring at the old man before him.
He didn't want to hurt this old man.
He didn't want to hurt Baili Jing either.
He had never killed anyone before, provided that they didn't mess with him.
His experiences on Purgatory Island had already changed his nature.