If they remembered correctly, only small figures from the various large factions had entered during this period of time.
The legends who came to the Holy Sword Mountain were clearly at the scene. The number of legends in the Heavenly Sword Ancient Nation could be counted on two hands!
"Interesting…"
At this moment, although it didn't know what was going on, the black giant ape smiled.
"Your Majesty."
"Congratulations."
"Yes." Yun An nodded and looked at the Heavenly Sword Ruins.
This was the first time he spoke, and his voice shocked the hearts of the lives in the Heavenly Sword Nation.
"If he can pass the eighth level, we can give him a chance to become a member of the Yun Race."
"If he can pass the ninth level and take out the divine iron…"
As the outside world was stunned by the changes in the Heavenly Sword Ruins, inside, Shi Yu was fighting the sword puppet on the eighth level.
