Peng Fuyin looked at the scene coldly. This golden light was the trump card of the Sky Throne Profound Academy. He had been aware of this, but the terrifying power it displayed earlier made his heart turn cold. It was the right choice for him to let the man in black face it.
He glanced at the man in black and sneered inwardly. Naturally, Peng Fuyin had meticulously planned beforehand. He wanted to borrow the Poison Valley's power to deal with Tian Gouwei and Han Bingling, and he would stand aside, waiting for fishing the benefits later.
"How's your side?" Peng Fuyin secretly sent a sound transmission to Peng Huang.
"It's a bit troublesome, ancestor. They are all here." Peng Huang's voice came over.
"Tian Gouwei has already activated the formation. You better hurry up." Peng Fuyin snorted coldly. His descendants were certainly incompetent.
