“My pet is very obedient!”
Wang Xian looked at the lady’s cold expression and said faintly.
“HMPH!”
The lady snorted coldly. She took a glance at the Ling Zilin and jumped down from the wall.
Wang Xian shook his head. He didn’t take this arrogant, cold, and unreasonable lady to heart.
“Let’s go to the tomb of the transvestite!”
The Sky had already turned dark. Wang Xian didn’t take it to heart and walked out directly.
In the territory of the cemetery of demi-humans and demons, there was no distinction between day and night.
To the strong ones, the dark night couldn’t obstruct their vision.
Wang Xian let Ling Zilin lie in the courtyard. His body moved and he flew out.
At night, there were at least a hundred thousand people flying in the sky. They were densely packed.
Wang Xian could even see that there were more than 10 people fighting in the sky. Furthermore, they were fighting with their lives on the line.