There was a small hill in the spiritual weapon world. It wasn't very tall and there weren't many plants growing on it because there were too many stones on it. However, there were many people standing around it. They were all looking at a figure on the hill. That person was standing there calmly, but there was a black cloud slowly gathering above his head.
The black clouds grew more and more dense. The people on the hill looked up at the black clouds and slowly pulled out their swords, but there was no further action.
At this time, the people at the foot of the hill were all nervous. Zhao Hai was standing there, and Wen Wenhai and the others were standing next to him. Wen Wenhai and the others all looked nervous. Wen Wenhai even said, " "Boss, will the old car be fine?"
"Don't worry, it'll be fine," Zhao Hai said in a low voice, shaking his head.
