The few of them seemed to be deep in thought as they nodded slightly.
Soon, desolate heavenly venerate exhaled, bringing with it waves of nomological fluctuations. He said in a deep voice, “Alright, since those people have been forced to the end of the land of huge waves, let’s pretend that they don’t exist!”
Desolate heavenly venerate said in a deep voice, “I sensed it when I was at Seal Mountain. The other party lost a quasi-king named purple smoke! It’s hard to determine how strong the chaos faction is at the moment, but it shouldn’t be a match for us. Otherwise, they would have left the mountain long ago!”
