In their heyday, whether it was the Miao Ethnic Group of the Southern Borderlands or the Northern Borderlands, who from the Xuanwu Hall would dare to provoke them!
Even now, the Northern Border Miao Tribe wouldn't be gradually controlled by the Xuanwu Hall.
Of course, this wasn't just a matter of strength; another part of the reason was the tempting conditions that were good enough to make it happen.
A group of people headed towards the Super Tribe.
Meanwhile, on the steps of the Miao Altar, the battle raged on. For Baili Yu and Huyan Zhijie, it was just a struggle to hold on.
As their disadvantage grew, the two of them truly had no chance left.
Seizing the opportunity had always been Yi Xiaofei's strong suit.
"These two are trash, too; made me worry for nothing!"
In Yi Xiaofei's mind, the figure of Rogue Dragon, slippery as an eel, kept moving about. Rogue Dragon seemed somewhat happy at this moment.
After all, Yi Xiaofei was now able to take care of things on his side.
