Silver Phantom race, why have you descended to the core of The Alchemist Association? " Qing Yun retorted coldly, not willing to be outdone.
After all, even if The Alchemist Association was not as good as the Silver Spirit illusion race, this was The Alchemist Association's territory. The other party's behavior had long made Qing Yun unhappy, so he naturally would not be polite.
As a peak-stage demigod, Qing Yun's power wasn't considered weak. His roar was naturally like thunder, causing countless people to look over.
"Who are you?"
The Silver Spirit illusion race, who had originally been about to forcibly descend into the core of The Alchemist Association, had stopped advancing at this moment. Clearly, Qing Yun's roar had attracted too many gazes, and they had no choice but to pay attention to it.