Whoosh!
A thousand miles away from the Five Elements Mountain Range, Hua Tianxiong's golden imperial carriage transformed into a golden streak, coursing through the sky.
Trailing behind were the protective guards of the Thousand Mechanism Trading Company, along with the Golden Core Tributor.
Half an hour later.
He was almost at the location agreed upon with Qin Ming.
But right then.
The previously clear sky suddenly darkened as black clouds rolled in swiftly.
A thick evil qi spread across, enveloping the area, as black clouds permeated with the wailing of thousands of ghosts spread out like a large black net, covering the people of the Thousand Mechanism Trading Company.
Seeing this, the Golden Core Tributor from the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion's face changed dramatically, and he yelled at his subordinates:
"The situation has changed, protect the president!"
Then, he flew towards Hua Tianxiong's golden imperial carriage.
