C93 Not a Wasted Trip(1)

Until their dying breath, they never grasped how Wang Yufei managed to do it. The remaining mercenaries were petrified, yet Wang Yufei noticed one individual who remained remarkably composed—an elder with long white hair that danced in the breeze.

The elder was somewhat short and his back slightly stooped, but his eyes were piercing, like those of a predatory beast, fixed intently on Wang Yufei