Since he was Zhu Rong Tianming’s supporter, Ji Hao had no interest in reminding him of the danger.
Because of their family backgrounds, most of those princes in Midland had been living extravagant lives. They could have whatever they wanted, and they were all extremely proud. Except for Huaxu Lie, Lie Mountain Kang and a few others, Ji Hao didn’t think any of the other princes were good.
Ji Hao was happy to use Qiong Sang Qi as a chess piece, to see what other abilities those local people had.
Underground, the magic formation that had devoured the spirit blood of millions of local warriors was now activated. On the ground, a yellow glow quickly emerged, then formed nine-hundred and ninety-nine, hundreds of meters tall mountain silhouettes.