Xiao Ye and his companions flew out of the array passage and found themselves on a vast planet.
This planet seemed to be composed of a heap of rubble, extremely desolate and bleak, with an indescribable sense of oppression, endless desolation, like an ancient battlefield.
Xiao Ye's group flew out from the array exit, but had no mind to take in their surroundings, instead angrily staring at a group of people not far away.
Those were clearly Human Clan Martial Artists, a total of thirteen, wearing silver armor, appearing rather hazy in the dim light, haloed as if thirteen gods stood there, casting mocking glances at Xiao Ye and his companions.
"Our Human Clan is a great clan, ruling over more than six hundred Great Realms, yet I didn't imagine that the Spirit Rank Martial Artists of Taixu Great Realm would fall to such a state, pushed back by the Witch Saint. Truly, I don't understand how the Taixu Great Saint holds the position of Realm Master."
