“The elites of the pinnacle races have appeared. In such a short period of time, there are actually two elites from the pinnacle races.”
“Those are the 12-winged angels. They are the true masters of the universe, the strongest existences in our universe!”
“Hiss, is that the elven race’s Lord? What a perfect existence. The Elven race’s arrow of life is the strongest archer in the universe, chasing after the sun and moon, hunting the heavens and earth!”
A shocked voice came from the surroundings. Everyone looked at the two figures that had appeared.
The water in the sky had already stopped flowing. It seemed to have encountered a terrifying resistance.
The two figures stood there quietly. It gave people the feeling that they were at the center of the world.
Holy, terrifying, and not to be looked at directly!
A wave of reverence rose in everyone’s hearts.
“That sister gives me a very intimate feeling.”
Lingling whispered into Wang Xian’s ear.