Young Master Xiang, Yun Wanxiao, and the wilderness hunters represented by Liubian Huang all soared into the sky.
Young Master Xiang, with one hand behind his back and the other on his sword hilt, gazed imperiously:
"I, have waited for you all for a long time!"
Yun Wanxiao's face was gloomy: "How many Ancient Giants have come after all? This barbaric aura is simply too thick!"
The expressions on the faces of Liubian Huang, Jiang Yitian, and the numerous strong fighters were as ugly as they could be.
It seemed like they could return safely as the time approached.
Yet the Ancient Giants came to kill!
"Indeed, such a perilous battlefield brought by the Forbidden Land of the Black River, could it end so easily?"
"Unexpectedly, we might all be dragged to 'death' in Central Earth!"
"Don't lose hope yet, let's see how many enemies are there first!"
Thud thud!
Thud thud thud!
The ground, turned into wasteland, began to shake.
