"Alright, take a rest first. I still have something to do."
After comforting her, Ye Qiu looked at the others.
The participants of the Nether Clan had already been chosen. Ye Qiu took a look and saw that there were at least two Martial Monarchs.
This pressure was extraordinary. If it was a fair battle, they would need at least two Martial Monarchs and eight Kings. However, it was easy to deal with the two Martial Monarchs. However, it was not easy to gather the eight people who were Kings.
"Are any of you willing to fight?"
Ye Qiu continued to ask. The scene was silent for a long time. After an unknown period of time, a handsome man in a black robe slowly walked out.
"Martial Uncle Ye, count me in."
"Hmm?"
Ye Qiu looked at the unfamiliar man in confusion.
"You are?"
Was this person from the Heaven Mending Sect? Why did he call him Martial Uncle?
Just as he was feeling puzzled, a familiar face walked over.
