Dugu Changkong stood alone amidst the vast starry sky, facing countless powerful figures without a trace of fear.

The old man in the coffin was deeply apprehensive, feeling a hint of retreat. If the battle continued, he would likely be forced out of the ancient coffin, exposing himself to the world and consuming his lifespan.

At such a high level of cultivation, the older one gets, the more they fear death, unwilling to see their life's achievements turn to dust.

In the shadows, Yu Chenran still had no intention of showing himself. The initial amused smile on his lips had vanished, replaced by a deep frown.