"The fastest speed?"
Dantong looked at Feng Wuchen in amazement.
Although the major forces under the Dragon God Holy Temple have many powerful warriors, their numbers cannot match the Demon Clan and the Martial Soul Holy Palace.
Considering the current battle situation, the fact that the powerful warriors of the Dragon God Holy Temple can withstand the enemy forces is already very remarkable.
The two slowly descended to the top of the main palace of the Saint Emperor Clan.
The moment Feng Wuchen arrived, Xuan Ying and others were aware of it, and an inexplicable confidence erupted in their hearts.
"Brother Feng, why are you here? Didn't you say you wouldn't participate in the war?" Long Qianye glanced at Feng Wuchen, smiling while battling a strong enemy.
"I'm just here to watch. Don't mind me; continue fighting, no need to hold back." Feng Wuchen chuckled softly, his face devoid of any worry.
