Damn, even if Bi Changhong dies, Yemo won't die!
Duan Xiyang looked maliciously at Bi Changhong's neck.
Bi Changhong immediately turned his head to look.
Just about to speak, he felt the sky suddenly darkened.
"It's over!"
Bi Changhong stood up: "The Demon Fog has begun to gather, the Golden Gate is about to open!"
"Let's go out and take a look."
Outside the tent, Yan Beihan's voice called: "Grandpa... it's over! Do you want to come out and see it?"
As soon as he heard Yan Beihan's voice, Duan Xiyang disappeared in a flash.
Here it comes, here it comes... I'm out!
"That old Duan... hahaha..."
Just as Yan Nan and others were laughing helplessly, Yan Beihan and four women walked in, and they even looked around: "Where's Grandpa Duan?"
...
Outside.
The teams were already arranged neatly.
The four from Yin Shen Palace were lined up outside the Southeast Headquarters, somewhat awkwardly.
