"Elder Yun, you... you're not joking, right?"
Zhan Wushuang laughed drily at Yun Zhiyi. It was obvious that he was also skeptical of Yun Zhiyi's words. However, he could not be blamed for this. After all, the matter of the outer realm demonic race's comeback was truly of great importance and could not be joked about. Moreover, the incident from 10,000 years ago was suddenly going to repeat itself, and it was obviously a little worrying for them now.
"Otherwise, what kind of major event do you think would force me to gather all of you here? Besides, I have no reason to lie to you," Yun Zhiyi said indifferently, his voice unquestionable.
Hearing Elder Yun's words, Zhan Wushuang could not help but suck in a breath of cold air. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. At this moment, his face was slightly pale. He was obviously shocked by this news. He was not the only one. Everyone who knew the severity of the matter had ugly expressions on their faces.
