Almost all the surviving cultivators in the ancient city had fled here, but now there were only seventeen or eighteen people left. All the others had died. Here, Xiao Chen saw his nemesis, the prodigious Illusion Spiritualist Karlo. However, neither of them made a move, it was not an appropriate time now to settle personal feuds.
The Purple Dragon King let out a low roar before leaping into the air, flying over the Blood River, and passing the stele barrier. He rushed into the blood light and appeared near the ancient sacrificial altar, looking back, and growled a few times, seemingly beckoning everyone to follow.
