At this moment, the middle-aged man's expression changed drastically, and his heart was already in turmoil.
He was the envoy of the garrison of the southern border and an early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. At this moment, he felt the other party's strength even more deeply. A terrifying pressure had already descended on him, and the cultivation and spiritual power in his body seemed to have stopped circulating under this pressure.
It was simply terrifying.
Although he had expected that since the other party could kill his master, the Sorcerer King, and the Voodoo Queen, his cultivation was definitely not weak. He was even stronger than his master, he did not expect him to be so powerful.
Perhaps only their Governor had a chance of winning.
