"Now that's hope!" thought Meng Hao, his eyes glittering brightly. He didn't care why this Heavenly Court Alliance in the Black Lands needed these so-called Demon Spirit. He only knew that they were required to enter the Black Lands!
Whoever could get one, would have a chance to live through this Apocalypse and evade destruction.
One could only imagine how short a period of time would pass before the Demon Spirit were surrounded, and great wars would engulf the Western Desert.
Meng Hao stood up, and then turned his head back to look at the Crow Soldier Tribe Greatfather. An unprecedented glow appeared in his eyes as he gazed at Meng Hao.
After they looked at each other for a moment, the Greatfather stood up and approached Meng Hao to stand at the mountain's peak.
