Chapter 824: Old Mo

"What? Not running anymore?"

Zhou Huai stepped into mid-air, slowly walking above the Rugged Man, looking down at his from above, just like a deity looking down upon ants.

"Or rather, do you still have some trump-card pieces of junk from The Seventh World on you, and want to take them out to try?"

The Rugged Man gritted his teeth, staring closely at Zhou Huai, his eyes filled with powerlessness.

He knew very well that if the other party wanted to kill, in that very moment just now, the six of them would have already been reduced to ashes.

"What on earth do you want…" The Rugged Man's voice was frighteningly hoarse.

Right at this moment.

On the distant black sea surface, an extremely calm, aged voice suddenly came over.

"Young man, spare others where you can. Since the outcome has been decided, stop now."

This voice was not loud, and it didn't even carry any mana value or amplifier Law. But in the ruins where fierce winds howled and waves churned, this hoarse voice pierced through the barrier of space, falling incomparably clear into Zhou Huai's ears.

Zhou Huai's gaze flickered slightly, the abyssal blood dragon spear in his hand pointing diagonally at the sea surface, looking towards the direction of the voice.

On the black sea surface a few kilometers away from him, at the place where the corpses of strange beasts were originally densely floating, a waterway had quietly parted at some unknown time.

An extremely dilapidated, rickety wooden flatboat was slowly drifting toward this side along the water current.

Standing at the bow of the boat was an old man.

His full head of white hair was scattered casually, and he wore a coarse linen robe that had been washed to a whitish color. His figure was extremely withered and skin-and-bones, and a slightly larger sea breeze could blow him down.

Zhou Huai looked down at the other party from above, frowning.

In this treacherous ruins of The Seventh World, where Death Qi and the oppressive feeling of the deep sea permeated even the air, the appearance of such an abrupt old man was extremely bizarre in itself.

What made Zhou Huai even more stunned was…

The [Void Omniscience] passive inside his body had long since enveloped the old man, but in the feedback of the System, there was not a single ripple.

There were no mana fluctuations.

There was no exclusive aura of Professionals.

There was no circulation of Law energy.

Not even the most basic Rank panel identification emerged.

In Zhou Huai's perception, which was sufficient to comprehend high-dimensional rules, this white-haired, skinny-as-a-rail old man… was completely not an old-era powerhouse.

There were no traces of any power on his body.

He was even an ordinary person without any self-preservation ability, unable to even tie a chicken.

However, how could an ordinary person cross this black Dead Sea where even SS-Rank strange beasts would be directly corroded? How could he survive in the Kaslandis Ruins filled with the Law of despair?

When things are abnormal, there must be demons.

Zhou Huai put away that casualness, his dark golden pupils slightly narrowing, and the Dragon scales on the abyssal blood battle armor began to faintly emit a cautious glow.

That dilapidated wooden flatboat drifted on the silent black sea surface.

The white-haired old man stood quietly on the flatboat.

There were no mana fluctuations around his body, nor did he have the coercion of an old-era powerhouse; he was so thin that he would be blown away by the sea breeze.

His aged voice rippled across the sea surface.

The Rugged Man, who was tightly gripping a black harpoon, trembled in his figure, his eyes wide open and chin slightly parted.

Swoosh!

Disregarding Zhou Huai in mid-air, he turned into a black shadow and plummeted from mid-air, landing beside the flatboat.

Not only him, but the few others severely injured by Zhou Huai under the sea also broke through the water one after another, flying to the old man's side.

The Twin Brutes, whose arms were broken, were bloodless in the face.

The charred Seductive Woman barely maintained her figure.

The Cold Youth, who had been pressed into the water by the gravity field, gasped heavily for breath.

As for the old woman frozen by the heart of aurora, she was also protected behind by the Rugged Man using his harpoon to lift the ice block.

"Old Mo!"

The Rugged Man's voice was thick and heavy, and his speech was extremely fast: "Why are you here?!"

"Go back quickly! It's too dangerous here!"

"The Law on this person is bizarre, and his strength is extremely strong. The few of us will deal with him, you must not get involved!"

The Twin Brutes gritted their teeth and chimed in while staring at Zhou Huai in mid-air: "That's right! Old Mo, we still have trump cards unused. Even if we risk our lives, we will never let him harm a single hair on you!"

These old-era powerhouses protected the old man in the middle, and Zhou Huai narrowed his eyes.

Old Mo coughed twice.

He raised his withered hand and waved it.

"Alright, all of you step back."

"You are simply not his match."

Old Mo's tone was calm.

"But…" The Rugged Man still wanted to argue.

"There is no but." Old Mo interrupted him, looking at the crowd, "Forget it. Your puny Dao cultivation is simply not enough to look at in front of this young man."

"Continuing to fight will only be throwing your lives away in vain."

Old Mo sighed, looked up at the sky, "Just now, he already showed mercy. If he really wanted to kill you, you wouldn't even have the chance to stand here and talk."

As soon as these words were spoken…

The expressions of the Rugged Man and the others stiffened.

The Rugged Man and the others lowered their heads, retreating to the sides of the flatboat to protect the old man in the center.

Swish!

Right at this moment, Zhou Huai's figure flashed in mid-air.

Victor's top-tier Law of Space activated, and Zhou Huai crossed a distance of several kilometers, appearing directly above the flatboat.

The violent Quasi-God Level coercion poured down along with the dark golden light of the abyssal blood battle armor, pressing the surrounding seawater to sink downwards by several meters.

Zhou Huai looked down at the old man below from above.

The [Void Omniscience] inside his body activated at full power once again, scanning the old man.

However, the result remained the same.

There was no mana value.

There was no life Rank.

There were no Law fluctuations.

This old man was a bug in this ruin space, a completely non-existent void entity.

Unable to probe his background, Zhou Huai tightened his grip on the dragon spear in his hand.

"Interesting."

Zhou Huai casually twirled the abyssal blood dragon spear he carried on his shoulder into a flower, the spear tip diagonally pointing at the water surface below, his tone arrogant.

"Who on earth are you?"

Zhou Huai stared below.

Through that one-sided massacre just now, as well as the attitude of this group of people towards this old man right now, Zhou Huai sorted out his thoughts.

"Look at those puny tricks of yours just now, and look at your current wretched, stray-dog appearance."

Zhou Huai sneered, pointing out the core of the problem: "You few people are simply not that Sea God sleeping in The Seventh World, right?"

How could the Dominator of a dignified world be so easily manipulated by himself?

Let alone pulling off such a combination of the old, weak, sick, and disabled to protect the emperor.

The Rugged Man and the others clenched their fists, their chests rising and falling violently, but hindered by Old Mo's presence, they could only hold it in.

Old Mo didn't mind Zhou Huai's arrogance at all.

He raised his head, looking at Zhou Huai in mid-air, squeezing out a benign smile on his wrinkle-filled face.

He cupped his fists, executing an ancient etiquette towards Zhou Huai.

"This old man's surname is Mo."

Old Mo's voice was weathered.

"This young powerhouse of the current age, your vision is very piercing. The few of us are not some Sea God."

"We are merely aboriginals in these Kaslandis Ruins who died countless years ago and are lingering on with our last breaths until now."