The king of the Northern Empire has made a grand entrance, accompanied by many eighth-tier strongmen.
"Where is your king? Let him come out and see me. You people are not qualified."
The Northern King stood in the sky, speaking disdainfully to the other side. Unfortunately for him, what he faced were all Undead Creatures created by Du You. There wasn't a single local eighth-tier on this battlefield.
The Undead did not need to look at each other to understand what each meant, as they could communicate directly with Du You.
"Heh, I didn't expect this guy to come out himself, and he looks so young."
Du You observed the opponent through the vision of the Undead, expecting the man to appear older. Little did he expect that he would maintain his youth as well. Of course, at their level, appearance had little to do with age.
"So, does the master want to go and see that guy?"
"No need, just an eighth-tier. I don't need to step in."
