Among them, two were relatively clear, and the other was so blurred that its human shape was barely discernible.
"Have you found them yet?" Huiyue Demon Venerable impatiently urged.
He turned a blind eye to the painful appearance of the Wangyue Cultivator.
"Demon Venerable, among the three on the other side, one has a fate that is extremely unpredictable, I really..." The Wangyue Cultivator raised his head and replied with difficulty.
Just as he was speaking, he visibly aged by more than ten years.
His hair rapidly turned white from the tips, and his once smooth skin became withered and old.
Everyone around could feel that he was starting to overdraw his lifespan.
Even so, the Wangyue Cultivator did not dare stop, continuing desperately to probe Bai Zhirui and the others.
Everyone present understood that once he stopped, the only result awaiting him was death.
In the eyes of Huiyue Demon Venerable, they were nothing more than ants that could be disposed of at will.
