Upon hearing this, Wang Mang's pupils suddenly contracted.
"Pseudo eighth-tier, huh?"
Wang Mang couldn't help but mutter to himself inwardly.
Anyone related to the term "pseudo eighth-tier" was not someone simple.
In the next instant, the blood-soaked elder's figure flashed violently, appearing before Wang Mang before he could even react.
At the same time, a fierce punch penetrated the latter's chest.
A streak of silver light leaked out, and Wang Mang's body was immediately enveloped by the phantom of a silver clock.
Seeing this, the corpse's expression changed slightly, and it quickly threw a punch at the old man.
The latter wanted to retreat but suddenly found that his arm had been firmly grasped by Wang Mang.
At this moment, Wang Mang was wrapped in the essence of Time Dao runes, with an endless stream of mysterious aura flowing around him.
The slight smile on his face also disappeared gradually as the attack from the corpse fell.
BOOM!
