C256 Fighting Against a Middle Period Martial Confluence Expert

The barbarian appeared to be around fifty, his expression dark and his face taut with tension.

Beneath his bushy eyebrows, his eyes, reddened with rage, emitted two piercing glares, fixated on the silhouette standing beneath the crimson moon in the distance.

The blue robe he wore billowed in the wind, revealing the bulging veins and frosty hair at his temples