C659 Underworld King Battleship Spirit

As soon as he finished.

A white-haired old man in a white robe appeared in front of the three of them.

The old man's face was covered with deep wrinkles. His two small eyes were a bit cloudy, but there was a faint light in the turbid eyes.

"Who are you?"

Zhao Xin's face darkened. This old man was the one who had stopped him time and time again.

The old man cleared his throat