After listening to Supreme Xue Bo's description, Jian Wushuang nodded. The army of Void Warriors that fled in panic should be the army that he had destroyed in the Rodu Star Field of the Qilin clan with one move.
After some small talk outside the base camp, everyone entered the camp.
The monstrous void power from before was no longer there. What replaced it was a quiet and ethereal divine power cloud.
Outside the deserted giant hall, the beautiful female disciples of the Divine Life Palace had planted all kinds of ancient grass and divine flowers, which made it look a little elegant in the solemn atmosphere.
Jian Wushuang could only sit down after being welcomed by Supreme Xue Bo and the others.
At this point, the hundred people in the hall had been talking for nearly ten days.
Lu Ting and Lu Gong also gradually blended into the atmosphere.
