"Wait a bit longer, one more day. If there's no news after one day, let the First Branch take action!" said the Netherworld Ancestor.
"Don't worry, Hall Master, I will definitely capture the enemy!" a young man around thirty years old said solemnly.
He was wearing a black war armor, his whole being sharp as if he were a War God.
He was the squad leader of the First Branch, his cultivation had reached the Eighth-level Venerable Peak.
The Netherworld Ancestor nodded in satisfaction, very pleased with the First Branch.
However, at this time, the entire hall suddenly trembled, as if an earthquake had occurred.
Feeling the impact, everyone changed their expressions.
Because this was impossible, this hall had countless array defenses, even a Ninth Layer Venerable could hardly shake it.
But this incredibly solid hall was shaking? How could they not be startled!
