"Good, truly excellent, you humans really do surprise us."
"Originally, we just wanted to catch a few small fish, but we didn't expect even Master Qinghui to take the bait."
Marquis Mu Wu laughed skyward: "There's no need to hide anymore, come out, all of you."
As his words fell, the space was torn open with rifts.
Seven more Golden Core Great Cultivators stepped through the void.
The formation of the Nether Spirit Race made even Zheng Yi involuntarily take a deep breath: "They're really spending blood and money on this."
Yet Qinghui and the Four Great Vajra remained unfazed.
The sword lights of two Flying Swords swiftly approached, so fast that compared to them, Lin Feng's Deep Cloud Sword was like a child's plaything.
After the Flying Swords arrived, several figures either flew in the air or landed on the ground.
There were also seven people.
