The dense dark clouds in the sky were gathering unceasingly, and they gave off an incomparable pressure to everyone.
It was as though a lightning dragon was rampaging above them and was ready to charge down from the heavens at any second.
Tong Muhe held a silver spear in one hand, which looked rather extraordinary as silver light burst out from it.
That light filled the sky, as though it was a long silver dragon, causing everyone's eyes involuntarily to shrink.
"The Immortal Kitchen Pavilion… wants to stop me?"
Tong Muhe raised his chin and looked at Mu Liuer's group with an indifferent expression. There was a trace of arrogance in his voice.
Aside from him, there were fifteen silver-armored experts, and all of them were at the True Immortal Realm.
How would the Immortal Kitchen Pavilion stop them?
