"Disrupt my Dao heart?"
"Then you shall all join in a funeral for yourselves!" The Mulei Saint roared in anger.
At this moment, on the battlefield below, the five Golden Immortals supporting the Human Clan could only barely hold back the aggressive attacks of the Alien race, and soon fell into a deadlock.
A few ten thousand miles behind the front line, a streak of blue light flashed past.
Wang Xiangchi, along with three Golden Immortal Puppets, broke out from within the Void.
"The space ahead has already been blocked by Da Luo level beings. To break this space, we need to consume a considerable amount of the essence of the Spatial Gate." Pu Tao's voice was heard.
"What's the hold-up? Give Xiangchi all the support he needs at the highest authority level." Xu Fan's voice suddenly sounded.
"Understood!" Pu Tao quickly responded.
The last space teleportation gate appeared, and Wang Xiangchi swiftly followed along with the three Golden Immortal Puppets.
