Immediately following, the person slowly stood up, muscles contracting as wounds healed at a visible speed.
Ye Ling's eyes instantly filled with a grave expression.
Another gene warrior!
At the same time, the ominous premonition in his heart grew even stronger.
Just as he was about to make a move, a rustling of footsteps came from afar.
A group of people slowly appeared before Ye Ling and his companion.
"Heh heh, isn't this the Northern Liao King?"
"What brings you here, and without any notice! I, Wang Ji, would have gladly gone out to welcome you!"
"Wang Ji!"
Seeing this person's smug and arrogant manner, Ye Ling felt even more anger he could hardly express!
"Heh heh, the Northern Liao King sneaks around and barges into my Wang family's property; don't you think you owe me an explanation?"
Wang Ji said mockingly.
As his words ended, Ye Ling's gaze narrowed slightly, his face full of murderous intent.
