บท 1207: Clans-Ground

Xue Ying and the team of natives rushed to the core of this sky-floating island at the fastest speed. With the natives leading the way, things were incredibly smooth.

And on another side.

"Hua hua hua…"

A lump of black fog condensed. It turned into many Death Disaster Clansmen. Some of them were beasts and some were humans. The leading one was that black-robed girl.

"King, these invaders are very powerful."

"We can't defeat them just with us!"

They were all looking at that black-robed girl.

That black-robed girl examined her black claws and gave it a twirl. At the same time, her eyes were filled with coldness as she nonchalantly said: "The invaders have already surpassed the strength of our team. The few of you should retreat. Remember, evade them. Don't send yourselves to death! Our losses this time is huge. I'll report this news upwards and let the elders worry about it instead."