The "elder" on the ground, with green hair turned gray and white, skin sagging, and a hunched figure, had long lost a significant portion of his life force and was on the verge of death.
He was a tough old man; even in this state, a cold light gleamed in his muddy eyes.
Niu Wuwei looked down on him and said, "As expected of a Changqing Immortal Tao Body, still alive. But, where has Changqing gone?"
"Pfft!" The "elder" with a head full of dim green hair coughed up blood in anger.
"Fifth Brother, don't cause a mess, don't ruin my opportunity to earn some medicinal tea." Mu Shiniang was worried about this man's life hanging by a thread.
The faces of the group in the Night Ruins Camp turned icy cold.
They felt as if the mouths of these opponents were smeared with arsenic.
"He is a disciple of Doushuai Temple," a young strong man spoke. He and his companion had been heavily injured by Niu Wuwei and nearly died.
