In the wilderness.
In the darkness, the death energy was thick and surging like a tide. It was bone-chilling as if one had fallen into an ice cellar.
In the air, golden-armored figures surrounded by true fire gathered like a stream. They were all silent as they retreated into the depths.
Step, step, step ...
The soft sound of footsteps echoed in the hazelnut forest.
Yinjiang's hemp clothes fluttered in the wind, and she carried a longbow on her back. Beside her, Xiang Zai, Gu Miao, and Kong mo followed closely.
A very familiar voice kept ringing in their ears, " "The four of you, how did it feel when you chanted the king's name?"
Xiang Zai, Gu Miao, and Kong Miao were all confused. With Chui Yu's personality, he should not be curious about this kind of question!