"Yes, sir!" The burly man responded respectfully.
With a single slap of his hand on the storage bag at his waist, a series of remote Sound Transmission Spirit Talismans flew out from it. In a flash, under the influence of the magic formula in his hand, they transformed into rays of light, quickly darting towards the surroundings, disappearing into the air after a few blinks.
Then, under Shen Wushuang's leadership, the members of the Bi Mu Divine Race sat down, one by one, on the ground, closing their eyes to rest while waiting for the arrival of the old monsters at the Great Mahayana Realm.
In Youlong City.
Zhang Xiaohao looked at them disdainfully. Even though the burly man was using Sound Transmission Spirit Talismans for reinforcements, he observed it all yet did not intervene. He was waiting, waiting for more people to arrive.
