Chapter 2827
- The Sacred Leader, Sect Master, and the Patriarch of the Clan of the Ancients also had gloomy expressions. They didn't expect the attack of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races to be so fierce this time.
- Their attitude was actually so decisive. Was there no room for negotiation?
- In the sky, on the Azure Dragon skin, the twelve Sages watched this scene and sneered. What kind of Human Sacred Ground was it? It couldn't even withstand a single blow.