Duan Ling Tian shook his head and smiled as he looked at the two men who had walked over from afar. "Why did you two come out so quickly? I haven’t finished playing."
Haven’t finished playing?
With the scarred man, Wang Da Hu, in the lead, all of the Crimson North’s Five Tigers were completely stunned when they heard what Duan Ling Tian said, and a bad premonition arose within their hearts.
They turned their heads around one by one and looked at the source of the voice. There, they saw two middle-aged men walking over shoulder to shoulder.
Above each of the two middle-aged men were 1,000 ancient mammoth silhouettes … a total of 2,000 ancient mammoth silhouettes dashed out with them!
"Nascent…seventh level Nascent Soul martial artists!" Wang Da Hu’s pupils constricted, his face filled with terror, and his legs started trembling.
His other four brothers were no better than him, as they all had ghastly pale faces and didn’t even dare to raise the suggestion to flee…
