"Look! Another patriarch three Slayers!"
In the sky of the abyssal ring star, another ray of light descended. Three Dao rings lit up the sky.
The person was dressed like a monk and was wrapped in cloth. His body was thin and his skin was red and gold in color, suffused with the luster of steel.
"It's old ancestor raka!"
The crowd quickly recognized him.
He was another well-known master of slashing three!
"How many are there?"
"Hey! I'm not sure, there are too many!"
At first, the group of true Lords who had cut one was still excited, because it was not often to see people who had cut three. But gradually, they became numb.
There were too many slash threes, and each and every one of them was a famous figure.
"Guys, look! That's the people from the green mist sect!"
Suddenly, 40 to 50 rays of light fell from the sky, attracting everyone's attention.
Everyone's faces revealed a look of respect.
