‘there are twenty-one clones of ancient god Spirit official that have died in my hands. One of them is trapped by me while the other is trapped by junior brother Jiang Baigui. These two ancient gods of spirit official don’t have much power left. In that case, there are still seven left.’
Qin Mu rushed towards the land of the northern border. His speed had already slowed down a little from the beginning, causing his heart to sink.
West Earth might not be able to make it in time.
With his current speed, even if he abandoned Wei Suifeng and Black Tortoise and went straight for West Earth, the two ancient god clones of the spirit official would have already arrived there.
