As soon as he finished speaking, the Second Elder of the Divine Hall of Judgment and Ye Hua, along with more than 20 people, landed in the camp of the Silver Moon Liberian Empire. Immediately, even Yan Ye's face darkened, and Beiting Jing, Dongfang Jiao, and the others couldn't help but take a step forward.
Beiting Huang's gaze shot towards the other party's camp like an ice-cold arrow. She was about to speak when another voice came from Xuanyuan City. It was Beiting Qing, who was not even wearing a robe. In his panic, he landed in front of Beiting Huang and almost fell. "Yun Qing, you old fart, do you think I'm dead? Hmph, you're hiding here and bullying my grandson. You simply have a death wish!"
