One move, just one move, and ao Qian was injured.
This was even after ao Qian had gathered the power of the Dragon tribe's mother planet. Otherwise, the situation would have been even worse.
"The power of the origin ..."
Ao Qian muttered, her eyes filled with solemness.
In the distant starry sky, the void trembled slightly, and a figure suddenly appeared.
Seeing this figure, ao Qian's pupils suddenly contracted, and she said in a serious tone, " "As expected, it's you, old fellow ..."
"Forefather!"
As for Yale and the others, when they saw this figure, they all let out cries of surprise, looks of wild joy on their faces.
This was a heavenly human tribe cultivator, an old heavenly human tribe cultivator who looked very old.
His golden hair had completely lost its luster and was no longer golden. It was like dry grass growing on it.
