The group attracted everyone’s attention. The mist of blood kept pulsing on and off around them. They seemed to be on the verge of disappearing at any moment just from a gust of wind. All in all, they had an ethereal characteristic.

“Nightwalkers…” The crowd focused on the leader.

The majority of the group was old at the sacred level. They were either elders or something higher. However, a youth was still leading them.

The blood mist around him wasn’t as concentrated as the old men’s. Thus, his cultivation might be weaker.

The most interesting thing about him was his eyes. There seemed to be a...