Chu Feng looked up.
Not far away, proud phantoms slowly appeared above the Sacred City and stood in the sky.
The phantoms could not be seen clearly, but the supreme surging aura was enough to intimidate everyone.
As the phantoms slowly approached, at some point in time, the world had also begun to surge!
When they got closer, Chu Feng saw who it was.
The four towering phantoms stood with their hands behind their backs. Their faces gradually solidified. To Chu Feng, they were unfamiliar faces, but the surrounding crowd instantly erupted.
"It's the Eight Kings of the Sacred Land!"
"They actually appeared personally!"
"It's usually as difficult as ascending to the heavens to see these people. Only now can I feast my eyes on them!"
