In reality, it's like this.
They had already reached the mountain top, right at the palace complex. The streets extending through the large areas were filled with... all sorts of people and horses, top forces, Divine Sons, and so on.
Too many familiar Totems, important Gods Palace, and Abyss...
Old Huang looked at the distance where black and white lights clashed, making his teeth ache.
This deadly place.
Hope not to run into any 'acquaintances'. He didn't have any, all were enemies, being wanted by priests and bishops of the various gods due to his defection.
His hidden identity was meant to avoid all kinds of hunts; walking here... felt like walking on thin ice.
However.
Old Huang covered his face, but his aura slightly unfolded.
"Though this is the case, this feeling is also quite familiar and nostalgic."
He was never a coward; otherwise, he wouldn't be with Su Buxian.
Both of them were the kind of people who sought fortune from danger.
