"Fifth-Stage Void Rift?"
Standing in the dark starry sky, Andrew Han's expression grew a shade more solemn.
At the same time, the bizarre, scarred elder hunched his back and coughed as he slowly walked toward Andrew Han.
"That's enough."
"Outsider Andrew Han, stop now and surrender."
The bizarre elder spoke. With each surge of energy, his voice rolled across the heavens, sounding calm as water yet carrying unfathomable, vast authority—like an irrefutable decree from beyond the sky.
No one expected...
Apart from the six Grand Venerables, there was actually another peak Grand Venerable!
At the summit of the cultivator world, Grand Venerables are Fifth-Stage Void Rift experts. Dark thunder, as if whispering, circled the bizarre elder.
The thunder whispered—mysterious and indescribable.
The bizarre elder was like a ghost.
In this region filled with chaotic aftershocks, the elder drifted along as if strolling through a garden. Each step spanned tens of millions of meters, parting energy storms as he steadily approached Andrew Han.
Seeing this scene,
A faint blue flame flickered in Andrew Han’s pupils as he stared at the elder. "He’s probably one of the top twelve on the Venerable Roll. Those Grand Venerables are famous, but their true faces are rarely seen—there are no images circulating. I can't identify which Grand Venerable this elder is."
He kept observing.
In a flash, his shoulder trembled slightly. Andrew Han felt a pressure as deep and vast as the sea.
The bizarre elder stood only half a meter tall.
He looked gaunt and withered, his body trembling, yet an unimaginably terrifying power surged within him—vast and immense.
"This..."
A warning rose in Andrew Han's heart.