C452 subdue netherworld fire

Above the holy city, the elderly man's face was as pale as paper, about the same size as his head of silver hair. The old man felt quite regretful that his hasty attack did not kill Chu Qianye or even stop Chu Qianye from violently wounding him.

Behind the old man, the eyes of the Dragon Emperor Statue burst forth with a substance-like silver light that enveloped the old man