Ruan Shuangzhou's expression was very ugly. He nodded his head and said, "Seems like at present, this Ruan has no better alternatives as well."
One sentence, pledged that this temporary alliance was established.
Han Tong said, "You two divine kings, are you fighting a round first, or is everybody entering Yellow Millet Mountain, each relying on their good luck?"
Yue Lingyu and Zhou Boping's expressions were equally ugly. The might of a divine artifact, they both had experienced it just now. An attack blasted out a crack on a transcendent-grade holy artifact. There was no way to fight at all!
But letting them enter just like this, the duo were also not reconciled to it.
For a moment, the two people were silent and did not speak. Clearly, they could not make up their minds.
