March on against myriad adversaries!
Chu Feng's words contained a trace of melancholy.
The figure of his back was rather lonely as he stood alone in the sky.
Only when the Greatsnow and Mount Wangwu Secret Realms declared their stance did Chu Feng's body tremble slightly and a wisp of warmth flowed through his entire body.
He stood alone in the sky facing off against the outer realm enemies on his own in addition to the hostility of those from the native secret realms. That kind of feeling was difficult to describe.
"Ha! There really are some people with guts. Are you not afraid of death?!" The Xilin clan divine son spoke as he stood high in the sky and looked down on the lands below.
The Xilin clan had once lived in these lands, and now they had returned. This was only a corner of a larger play—more of them would tread the path back here afterward.
