Hundreds of ancient boats flew over from a distance in a grand procession.
The ancient boats were filled with people, divided into four large factions, numbering over sixty thousand.
Many people were riding war chariots and mutated beasts, following alongside the ancient boats.
Flags embroidered with ancient totems fluttered in the wind, full of imposing momentum.
"My God, are there more people coming?!"
"And tens of thousands at once?!"
"Who could they be and which side are they here to support?!"
The spectators exclaimed in shock, their eyes filled with awe.
Even the people from the seven major powers frowned, feeling quite puzzled.
The newcomers didn't seem to belong to the seven major powers. So who could they be?
"Damn!"
Bujie exclaimed in surprise, "Brother Yang, was that an illusion just now, or did I really hear Brother Huangfu and the others?!"
Ning Jianfeng said in a daze, "You weren't hearing things. I also heard Brother Huangfu and the others!"
