When he stepped into the crack, he thought that maybe the end of the crack was just like the outer realm, where the land was infinitely vast.
But now, wait. What was going on? why were there so many people?
As for the people from the upper realm, the sudden appearance of an unfamiliar fellow made them a little dumbfounded.
Where did it come from? it seemed to have come out from a crack.
Lin fan raised his head and looked at the people around him. His eyes were shining. He loved peace and he came here to maintain peace.
There was a brief silence.
"Hello, how are you guys?" Lin fan did not know who these guys were. However, just by looking at their formation, he could tell that they were not simple people.
Of course, he didn't care about these guys.
"Who are you?" "Kill!" The ghost race ruler's voice was cold, and his eyes were dark.
This was the ghost clan's territory, and every inch of land was his.
