"Yes!"
The sound, accompanied by the sound of drums and horns, carried an inexplicable sense of tragedy.
Pinluo was startled and didn't understand.
He did not know much about the origin of the Yu Lun illusionary realm. He had only heard bits and pieces of the legends that had been passed down to this day. He did not know about the existence of the Requiem tribe or the price that the Yi Chang tribe had paid. Naturally, he could not understand the weight of churong's words.
"Little six, little seventeen, come out and send the guests out."
Churong didn't wait for him to say anything more. The sound of the drums and horns in the Yu Lun void realm became more urgent. The time for the sacrificial ceremony was imminent and could not be delayed any longer.
He ordered loudly, and the two sides opened up a path, as if he wanted pinluo to leave immediately.
"I ..." Although pinluo had already made up his mind to leave, he still felt a little reluctant to leave.
