This lineup, upon entering the Ancient City at the border, immediately caught the attention of the Alliance's upper echelons.
They had only about a dozen people, and not a single Saint King among them. How were they to face the Demon Race? Were they here for a laugh?
Wu Yang Pass.
A middle-aged man clad in Golden Armor, his face filled with a stern killing intent, watched the scene unfold before him. In his sight was the group from the Wuji Sect.
At his side stood a valiant woman with a black saber hanging at her waist. She held the hilt in one hand and said, "It seems the Alliance will have to foot the bill."
The man in Golden Armor remained silent, scrutinizing the group until they reached the base of the pass. With a grand gesture, he ordered the gates to be opened.
Mo Wuwei led the team forward.
Feng spoke, "This is Wu Yang Pass, the third defensive line."
"What's so special about it?" Jiang Ni'er asked.
