The burly man standing in front also frowned.
"Patriarch Zhuo Yu, forget it." An old man standing in front sighed.
Forget it.
He was not going to be saved.
The others nodded slightly.
In this encirclement, the Myriad Flower Immortal Empire was the greatest enemy.
The burly man standing in front had a complicated expression.
He was the leader of the Zhuo Yuan Tribe, Zhuo Yu, an expert at the True Spirit Realm.
However, at this moment, he could only choose not to help the two Golden Crows who were alone.
He watched them die.
"Father, the Golden Crows who came to the wasteland have basically been recruited by my Zhuo Yuan Tribe. These people might have been bribed by the Ten Thousand Magnificence Immortal Dynasty."
The green-armored young man suddenly spoke, his voice so loud that everyone was stunned.
These words made many people narrow their eyes.
Right!
What a coincidence!
