The desolate ancient star was shrouded in murderous intent soaring into the sky.
Jiang Kuang and the other nine were young talents of the Divine Race, together forming an undeniable force.
At this moment, they exuded a fierce killing intent, with surging blood and energy erupting from their top of the skull, shooting straight to the heavens!
Each of them was exceptionally extraordinary, enveloped in Divine Light, like deities descending to the mortal world.
Ye Fan contemplated without a hint of underestimation because even he felt the danger; these people were formidable adversaries.
"This is truly strange, where did these brats spring from? Why are they appearing here?"
The Bai Yan wolf muttered secretly.
Although it was fearless, a full-on battle could not ensure repelling these foes without injury.
It prepared for a great battle, ready to deploy the Emperor Killing Array any moment to wipe out these presumptuous Divine Race talents.
"Kill!"
