At the Holy Dragon city's Gate, a group of foreign cultivators slowly walked in with a hint of fatigue on their faces.
Their clothes and armors were in a mess, covered in blood and the marks of hacking and hacking. Some of them even had broken weapons.
Although they looked like they were in a sorry state, they all had a hint of excitement in their eyes.
With backpacks on their backs, they advanced along the hard rocky road. As they walked, they kept talking about something.
"Boss, we got a lot of good stuff this time. What are your plans?"
A leather-armored foreign cultivator asked excitedly as he looked at the burly man beside him.
This foreign cultivator didn't look very old, and his speech and actions were very lively.
As for the 'boss', he was a Lord-tier cultivator with muscles all over his body, three pairs of horns on his head, and sharp teeth protruding from the corners of his lips.
