Yi Fan stood calmly on his magic weapon as it slowly moved forward. By now, he had already entered the camp of the Zhao Hai Alliance Army.
As soon as they entered the camp, Yvonne felt a murderous aura. All the big Magic weapons in the camp were arranged in an orderly manner. Although some cultivators did not practice and were just chatting together, the murderous aura on their bodies could not be concealed.
Yi fan's heart skipped a beat as soon as he saw those cultivators. He knew too well what the temperament of those people represented. They represented people who had rolled through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
