The two sides were on the verge of a war.
Just when the giant dragons rushed towards Yun Luofeng and others, a deep and hoarse voice slowly sounded in the sky. Just like a heavy hammer, it hit Long Yan on the heart and he almost vomited a mouthful of blood...
"Ancestral Dragon Tribe, what are you doing?! How dare you kill humans in my place! Are you looking down on me?"
And then an old figure appeared in the sky.
It was an old man with a righteous-looking face. He stood, with his hands clasped behind his back. With a nonchalant look, he looked like a celestial being.
Qin Tianlao was quite glad to see the old man. However, having eye contact with him, he immediately swallowed his words.
"Are you...a ruler?" When Long Yan saw the old man, his face greatly changed and a gleam of fear flashed through his eyes.
In this world, there was a kind of person called a ruler.
