"Kacha! Kacha!"
At this moment, a crisp sound suddenly sounded in the air.
Li Lingtian and the others 'expressions changed slightly.
In the next moment, a spatial rift suddenly appeared.
"F * ck, why are there people here again?"
Duanmu Lin's expression darkened. If the person who came was still helping Li Lingtian, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood!
Duanmu Lin turned his head to look. When he saw the figure that had come out of the spatial crack, he became ecstatic!
"Old Seven, Thirteen!"
More than ten figures were spat out from the spatial rift.
One of the old men had an indifferent expression on his face, but his right arm had been broken. There was a smooth wound on it.
Behind him was a middle-aged man with a serious expression. He gave off an imposing aura. Beside him was a handsome young man with a dark look in his eyes. One could tell at a glance that he was not a good person.
