Yao Qiantu and Hua Muyang were both very afraid at this moment.
At present, in the two great sacred lands, there are basically no powerful masters appearing, and Lv Chunyang has already been killed. The remaining grandmasters simply can't withstand the tiger and wolf-like forces of the Blood Clan and Werewolves. The two great sacred lands have been utterly defeated!
The sect masters of their two great sacred lands are now like fish on a chopping board, only able to be slaughtered.
"Esteemed Lord Vlad, Lord Heck, we don't know why you've called us here. Is there something you want to instruct us on?" Thinking of this, Hua Muyang smiled, a very flattering smile, and spoke obsequiously.
He had already made up his mind.
Surrender!
As long as he could keep his life, he would do anything.
