At the moment, above the ruins, Ye Qingxuan looked at the middle-aged stranger, stunned. "Bro, who are you?"
The figure projected by the Holy Cauldron tilted his head to one side and looked at Ye Qingxuan, then asked back, "It shouldn't be hard for you to guess the answer?"
Ye Qingxuan looked at the sky subconsciously, then looked down at the projection in front of him, and asked cautiously, "The King of Yellow?"
The person shrugged slightly. "The one and only."
Ye Qingxuan was silent for a long time, then said flatly, "I thought the King of Red would be the one to come."
"It should have been him." The King of Yellow looked around and said calmly, "He should have come here 15 minutes ago. By trying to split the physical world, Asgard has defied the principles of the Sacred City. He would never sit aside and watch it happen."
Ye Qingxuan understood what he meant. "You had a way to stop him?"