“Quickly retreat!” roared one of the patriarchs.  

Needless to say that every one of them felt the terror of the maiden in the mist. 

But it was already too late.  

Without a single word, she waved her hand mysteriously. 

An invisible force swept the area, turning it upside down. Even the air started to crumble.

Standing directly opposite her, the black-robed old man was the first to bear the brunt. A wave of power drowned him before he could even struggle.

Then, an astonishing scene followed. A muffled sound came from the black-robed old man's body before it transformed into a scarlet bird creature. 

His body rapidly shrank to the size of an ant and drifted into the mist maiden’s palm. 

It was also at that moment when they noticed a chipped purple alms bowl in her hand and chaotic qi spiraling from it. 

The scarlet bird was directly subdued into the purple alms bowl, unable to make another sound. 

“Th…”

The other old monsters gasped, faces blanching. A Life Death Stage...