Yali, without the slightest fear, coldly stared at the old netherworld ghost.
In her eyes, although a powerhouse of this level was worthy of respect, it didn't mean that she, Yali, was afraid of such a person. After all, as long as she undid the seal, she wouldn't be afraid of anyone.
Since this old man wanted the bone whip in her hands, he would have to pay the corresponding price. Otherwise, did he really think that her ancient man Tribe was a soft persimmon?
One had to know that in the trial grounds, no matter how powerful the eastern immortal sect was, they were no match for the natives here.
Not to mention the others, just Gu Yin's top Army, that kind of elite, could completely sweep any sect in the land of the trial.
In the trial grounds, no matter what, the Barbarian race had the absolute right to speak.
Moreover, the barbarians were not afraid of anything. It was impossible to ask them to retreat.
