The red haired old man floated in midair while the Grand Elder and Qian Yan stood before him.

At this moment, Qian Yan’s left arm was gone, and the cut on his shoulder was flat like a mirror while blood was still dripping down from it. There wasn’t that much rage and resentment on his face anymore because it was mostly replaced by fear and terror.

“He has gotten stronger!” The Grand Elder spoke in a low voice, “Moreover, he has that mysterious woman and 2 Half-Saint Realm puppets by his side. Qian Yan might have died if I was just a little later.”

The old man glanced at Qian Yan and said, “With the Stone of Suppression in his possession, a few Half-Saints aren’t a threat to him at all. Give up on pursuing him for now and order all the members of our race to return. You two start patrolling with Tong Fen instead and don’t give him any chances to slaughter anyone else while we wait for the four Guardians to return.” When he spoke up to this point, he looked towards the distance and said, “Let me see how he annihilated my Fire Spirit Race!”

As soon as he finished speaking, the old man’s figure exploded apart, and...