"Why? Not running anymore?"

Zhou Huai stepped through the air, slowly walking to a position above the Rugged Man, looking down at him from above, like a god looking down upon an ant.

"Or are you saying, you still have some scrap metal from The Seventh World hidden at the bottom of your box that you want to bring out and test?"

The Rugged Man gritted his teeth, staring fixedly at Zhou Huai, his eyes full of helplessness.

He knew very well that if the opponent had wanted to kill, the six of them would have already been reduced to ashes in that previous moment.

"What exactly do you want..." The Rugged Man's voice was terrifyingly hoarse.

Just at this moment.

From the black sea surface in the distance, a voice, extremely calm and aged, suddenly drifted over.

"Young man, it is better to forgive when you can. Since the outcome has been decided, stop now."

This voice was not loud, and it didn't even carry any mana or Law of amplification. Yet, within the ruins where the fierce wind howled and the sea waves rolled, this hoarse voice pierced through the spatial obstacles and fell into Zhou Huai's ears with absolute clarity.

Zhou Huai's gaze shifted slightly, his abyssal blood dragon spear pointing diagonally at the sea surface as he looked toward the source of the sound.

On the black sea surface several kilometers away from him, where the carcasses of exotic beasts had been densely floating, a waterway had quietly parted at some unknown time.

An extremely dilapidated, rickety wooden skiff was slowly drifting toward this side, following the current.

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

His white hair was disheveled, and he wore a coarse, faded linen robe. His figure was extremely withered and gaunt, as if a slightly stronger sea breeze could blow him over.

Zhou Huai looked down at him, frowning.

In these Kaslandis Ruins, where danger lurked everywhere and even the air was filled with Death Qi and the oppressive feeling of the deep sea, the appearance of such an abrupt old man was in itself extremely strange.

What made Zhou Huai even more astonished was this.

The 【Void Omniscience】 passive within him had long since enveloped the old man, but in the System's feedback, there was not a single ripple.

No mana fluctuations.

No aura exclusive to Professionals.

No circulation of Law energy.

Not even the most basic Rank panel indicator appeared.

In Zhou Huai's perception, which was capable of discerning high-dimensional rules, this white-haired, gaunt old man... was absolutely not a powerhouse of the old era.

There were no traces of any power on his body.

He was merely an ordinary person without any self-preservation ability, someone who couldn't even truss a chicken.

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

There must be something strange when things are abnormal.

Zhou Huai put away his casual attitude, his dark golden eyes narrowing slightly, and the Dragon scales on his abyssal blood battle armor began to faintly emit a wary glow.

That dilapidated wooden skiff drifted on the silent black sea.

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

There were no mana fluctuations around him, nor was there the pressure of an old-era powerhouse; he was so frail that he would be blown away by the sea breeze.

His aged voice rippled across the sea surface.

The Rugged Man, who was gripping a black harpoon, shuddered, his eyes widening, his chin slightly agape.

Whoosh!

He didn't care about Zhou Huai in mid-air, turning into a black shadow and dropping from the air to land beside the skiff. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Not only him, but the others who had been heavily injured by Zhou Huai under the sea also broke through the water one after another and flew to the old man's side.

The twin burly men, whose arms had been severed, were deathly pale.

The enchanting woman, scorched black all over, was barely maintaining her form.

The cold young man, who had been pressed into the water by the gravity field, was panting heavily.

As for the old woman who had been frozen by the Heart of Aurora, she was also protected behind the Rugged Man, who used his harpoon to carry the ice block.

"Old Mo!"

The Rugged Man's voice was gruff, his speed of speech extremely fast: "Why have you come here?!"

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

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

The twin burly men gritted their teeth, staring at Zhou Huai in mid-air, and echoed: "That's right! Old Mo, we still have trump cards we haven't played. Even if we have to risk our lives, we will never let him hurt a single hair on your head!"

These old-era powerhouses shielded the old man in their midst, and Zhou Huai narrowed his eyes.

Old Mo coughed twice.

He raised his withered hand and waved it.

"That's enough, all of you step back."

"You are simply no match for him."

Old Mo's tone was calm.

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

"There are no 'buts'." Old Mo interrupted him, looking at everyone, "Just let it go. Your meager 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 for nothing."

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

As soon as these words were spoken.

The Rugged Man and the others froze.

The Rugged Man and the others lowered their heads and retreated to the sides of the skiff, protecting the old man in the center.

Swish!

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

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

The violent quasi-god level pressure poured down along with the dark golden light of the abyssal blood battle armor, pressing the surrounding seawater into a depression several meters deep.

Zhou Huai looked down at the old man below.

The 【Void Omniscience】 within him activated at full power once again, scanning the old man.

However, the result remained the same.

No mana.

No life Rank.

No Law fluctuations.

This old man was a bug in this ruin space, a void entity that completely did not exist.

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

"Interesting."

Zhou Huai casually spun the abyssal blood dragon spear he had been carrying on his shoulder, pointing the tip diagonally at the water surface below, his tone arrogant.

"Who exactly are you people?"

Zhou Huai stared downward.

Through the one-sided slaughter just now, and the attitude of this group toward this old man now, Zhou Huai sorted out his thoughts.

"Looking at the meager tricks you used just now, and then looking at your current pathetic state like lost dogs."

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

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

Not to mention putting together such a group of the old, weak, sick, and disabled to protect him.

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

Old Mo, however, did not care about Zhou Huai's arrogance at all.

He looked up, watching Zhou Huai in mid-air, a kind smile squeezing out onto his wrinkled face.

He cupped his fists and performed an ancient salute toward Zhou Huai.

"This old man's surname is Mo."

Old Mo's voice was vicissitudinous.

"This young powerhouse of the present world, your eye is very sharp. We few are not any Sea God."

"We are all just residents of these Kaslandis Ruins who died countless years ago and have been lingering on until now."