That prince seemed to be called Yang Tian.
Han Muye's flying speed was extremely fast. In less than two hours, he was already 3,000 miles outside Yunliang City.
However, at this moment, he came to a stop.
In front of him, a pale golden light screen blocked his path.
Behind him, several black-robed figures flew over.
In the distance, there were also flickering rays of light.
The hunters.
Han Muye had encountered hunters countless times before.
But this time, a slight seriousness crept onto his face.
"True Spirit Realm."
He raised his hand and unsheathed a green sword.
In his other hand, he held a purple short sword in a reverse grip.
With both swords in hand, Han Muye's blood and energy converged, and only a faint power of the Golden Crow bloodline gathered.
"Han Muye, the leader of the Han Mountain Tribe. Successful hunt, reward: three million five hundred thousand Desolate Pearls"
