The Killing God, Yuri Qualls, wanted to video call right now... What did it mean?
Xion Ross and the others could not help but turn their heads to secretly take a look. When they saw White-clothed Qualls, their faces could not help but change.
All of Namar's martial artists were no strangers to this Killing God!
The eight countries outside the borders had specially set up archives for the top ten ruthless men of the north, and they studied and collected information day and night.
Tristan Yandell's expression was grave. "S-level northern killing order. What's going on over there?"
"The northern territory is safe. With the ten of us standing here, none of the eight countries outside the border will dare to act rashly!" Yuri spoke, his smile containing an unconcealable domineering aura.
"So why are you calling?" Tristan frowned.
