"What?" Seeing the Origin Cultivator blasted away, Ronan frowned. Black shadows began to materialize behind him, ready to attack at any moment.
The other Origin Realm cultivators, too, took a step and assumed a fighting stance. If the entity in there could blast as Origin Realm cultivators just like that, then it wasn't just any random Joe.
The smoke cleared, and a man walked out from the cave. The very air trembled around him, and each of his steps shook the ground.
The man was bulky, built like a tank. He easily towered over most of the cultivators present. Seeing this man's face. Ronan's expression turned ugly.
"YOU LOWLY BASTARDS! WHERE IS MY WIFE!?" The man roared, and the air shifted in an instant. The Spirit Realm cultivators scavenging around were blown away just by the sheer vibrations in the air.
The man had red hair, his eyes simmering with rage. It seemed he was drunk with rage. But this wasn't the main reason Ronan was worried.
