บท 688: Evil Tribe's Saint Emissary, The Ceiling Has Been Lifted (1)

In a deep and serene hall of the Evil Race.

At this moment, rows of dark soldiers stood side by side in the hall.

General Yan was standing right in front of them, as if he was welcoming someone important.

Then, the palace's door was opened by a breeze.

Whoosh! The moment the palace door opened, all the dark soldiers knelt on one knee.

"Welcome, Saint Emissary!"

The orderly and loud voices of the dark soldiers slowly sounded in the hall.

Then, a black figure slowly walked in from outside the palace.

The figure was covered in black clothes and wore a silver-white mask. He held a strange staff in his hand.

The moment the black figure entered, Yan Jiang also hurriedly walked in front of him and said respectfully,

"General Yan welcomes the Sacred Emissary!"

Looking at General Yan in front of him, the Evil Race's Saint Emissary nodded at him.

"Get up!"

The Evil Race Saint Emissary slowly said to everyone and walked up to the seat.