"All members of the central Hansworth main team greet the Northern King!"
Lucian Cross' elder sister, Yelena Cross, and the others had also arrived.
All the elites of the Central main team had arrived.
Among them, there were seven male Daoists in Daoist robes. The oldest was already over eighty years old. Six middle-aged men followed behind him to check on the situation.
The special operations team recruited all kinds of talents.
There were elites who specialized in dealing with unnatural incidents.
The eighty-year-old Daoist priest held the compass in his hand, but he realized that the needle was spinning non-stop and had already lost its function.
He put it away, and his turbid eyes flashed as he looked at the terrain.
A moment later.
