"Cough cough!"
In the crater-filled valley, the leader crawled up and coughed violently.
He suffered considerable internal injuries despite his cultivation base.
'What exactly is that?'
He could not understand what was going on.
All of that was completely beyond his understanding.
He was actually feeling fear. The modern world was not as simple as he thought.
Almost nine centuries had passed. What happened to the Land of the Gods?
He stood up and looked around. He saw a few miserable figures around him.
Before they set off, they wanted to dominate Huaxia.
Almost four hundred people had died even before they stepped out of the valley, and half of them were elites. Their plan had failed even before they had started!
"What should we do, Elder?"
Someone walked over and asked.
The leader froze on the spot.
He was not sure whether he should proceed with the revenge or retreat into their demi-world.
