"Everyone's team-building activities are going well!" Zhang Menglong cleared his throat, his voice almost covering the entire Xuanyun City.
"Oh? The Clan Leader is here! Get lost, you swindler, I'll deal with you later!"
"Hahaha, Clan Leader, you've finally arrived. Are we going to start directly? My big blade is already itching for action."
"Clan Leader, should we storm the Divine Profound Hall now? Let's go avenge our fallen brothers right now!"
"I want them to pay in blood!"
...
Hearing Zhang Menglong's voice, everyone set aside what they were doing and flew towards the direction of the voice. Astonishingly, nearly 6,000 people flew out of the densely packed city!
However, this also showed that more than 2,000 had already fallen victim to the Divine Profound Hall.
Zhang Menglong looked at the noticeably sparse crowd, his expression turning somber. He could almost call out everyone's names, but many familiar faces had already disappeared.
