From the beginning to the end, the disciples of the Evil Land just watched with trepidation, not daring to say a word. In other words, after stepping into the Dark Gate, the real masters of the Evil Land are no longer members of the Evil Gate!
"Master, are these white-robed warriors really the descendants of the legendary best human geniuses on this continent, the Holy Temples of Light respected by righteous sects all over the world? Why... are they clearly so vicious and cruel in their actions?
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Ao Junxie was deeply shocked by the scene that happened in front of him. Even he, a experienced general, had never treated the unarmed civilians like babies in front of him like this. And this group of brightly dressed warriors in white
They can do it.
Ming Qianhe's white eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of melancholy and fear. Ever since he set foot in the world, even he himself had never seen such a cruel and bloody scene, as well as so many masters of the Spirit King level gathered together.
However, he seemed to be afraid for the moment about the identity of those white-robed warriors, but he was not completely sure.[
While the three of them were wondering, suddenly, an eerie shout came from the top of the black stone peak.
"Sleepless!"
An old and arrogant voice slowly came from the mouth of the old man from the temple holding a jade staff.
At the bottom of the steps, the burly sect master of the Evil Land, shrouded in a black robe, heard the call, strode forward, bowed his head and bowed, appearing respectful.
"I asked you to capture five hundred spiritual practitioners from Fengyun Continent. How did you go about this matter?"
The old man in white robe made a spooky question, his voice sounded evil and strange, like a monster.
"Reporting to the elders, we have captured many warriors who were defeated in Fengyun Continent, but... the Warcraft clan continued to harass us along the way, causing a lot of losses..."
"What?!"
Before Wu Mian finished his sentence, his ears suddenly heard the violent scream of the white-robed elder.
"You are so incompetent! The Holy King only has the last bit of progress to break through the difficulties, and then be able to practice the supreme secret of the temple! You missed the Holy King's important event, huh! Do you want to be like these miserable ants?
What will happen to you?"
The white-robed elder roared in a hoarse voice. In front of Wu Mian, he stretched out an arm and pointed at the ragged human warriors at his feet who were already trembling with fear.
His meaning is very obvious, that is, if the people in the evil land miss their important event, they will be treated as food and thrown to the greedy blood demon just like the slaves under their feet...
Wu Mian lowered his head and remained silent.
At this time, among the many black-clothed disciples in the Evil Land, Ming Qianhe's turbid old eyes emitted an extremely shocked light. This light was originally filled with strange excitement, but it just flashed past like a shooting star.
, soon dimmed again, until it turned into fear and despair deep in the soul.
This was something that had never happened before for Ming Qianhe, who had seen countless strong winds and waves on Fengyun Continent and had experienced many people.
"Temple of Light! They...they are from the Temple of Light!"
Next to his ears, Ming Qianhe's almost trembling murmur came.
"Master, what are you talking about? These white-robed spiritual powerhouses... are actually the descendants of the legendary ancient humans of Fengyun Continent?"