Hei Tong frowned slightly at lang Xing's laughter.
"Lord Lang Xing, do you know who's here this time?"
"No matter who it is, no one in the netherworld can cross my 36th outpost!"
Lang Xing sneered. He was too disdainful of hei Tong's report. He himself was an expert at the peak of the crossing tribulation stage. In addition, there were many formations around the outpost. These formations were all under his control, and no one could cross the boundary.
Therefore, hei Tong's words made him feel that he was challenging his authority.
"Lord Lang Xing, the person who came this time is really powerful. He's the master of true spirit Hall!"
"So what? I've said it before. No problem!"
"This ..."
Seeing that lang Xing did not listen to his advice, hei Tong had no choice but to go out and observe the situation.
Lang Xing sat on his throne, holding a cup of red blood wine in his hand and pondering.
