Just then, a deep voice from the Abyss Temple suddenly entered Wang Mang's ears.
"What are you doing here, traitor?"
When he said the last two words, he intentionally emphasized them.
"Oh? Do you, the weak one, want to help the eight clans eradicate me, the traitor?"
Wang Mang's expression was coldly mocking, his words full of scorn,
Watching the two facing off, the few people present suddenly swallowed.
This was gearing up for a fight!
They exchanged glances, each recognizing the worry in the other's eyes.
Ever since the eight clans declared Wang Mang a traitor, the Abyss Temple had been training like mad.
Perhaps it was a release of pent-up dissatisfaction, or maybe something else.
However, the next Main Clan competition completely struck the Abyss Temple.
On the arena of the Main Clan competition, the Abyss Temple was easily defeated by Abyss Bai Yang, and he left behind a sentence that haunted him forever.
"You have a long way to go compared to him."
