A Man Like None Other

Chapter 5682

Immediately afterward, an indescribable aura descended without warning!

This aura, at first glance, didn’t seem particularly domineering or powerful; it even carried a hint of laziness and nonchalance, completely different from the overwhelming, all-destroying demonic might of the Soul Devourer.

But its appearance was so abrupt, so natural, as if it had always been there, as if it had always existed in every corner of this world, only now being noticed.

In the sky, the churning clouds of vengeful spirits rippled like water rippled after a pebble was thrown in.

The howling wind suddenly subsided, as if gently pressed down by an invisible hand.

A slightly aged figure silently appeared at the edge of the deep pit where David was, standing right in front of Liu Xue.

The newcomer was dressed in ordinary, even somewhat worn, clothes, his hair casually disheveled. Who else could it be but Shen Zhiyan?

His appearance didn’t tear through space, nor did it produce any earth-shattering phenomena;

passerby had simply happened to be there. Yet, this seemingly ordinary appearance caused the overwhelmingly powerful, all-encompassing demonic palm—enough to crush a

was as if an invisible barrier had separated the demonic

completely for the

the suddenly appearing Shen Zhiyan. From the other man, he sensed an aura of equal, or

of some standing has

spoke slowly, his voice low

immediately acknowledge him. He first glanced down at David in the deep pit, covered in blood, barely breathing but still stubbornly holding on,

Xue’s injuries, frowned

and peaceful power, yet containing unimaginable vitality, surged into Liu Xue’s body, quickly protecting her heart meridian, stabilizing her collapsing aura, and even beginning to slowly repair her severely damaged meridians.

She opened her eyes with difficulty, and seeing Shen Zhiyan, her eyes revealed surprise

“Senior…” she called weakly.

hand, signaling her

apocalyptic ruins of the Yama Heavenly Sect, finally settling on the Soul Devouring Venerable high in

“Tsk, quite a commotion.”