"A mere criminal clan dares to resist!"
Just as many people were silent, a cold voice sounded, and a bronze ancient chariot appeared in the sky of the secret realm.
An elder stood atop the bronze ancient chariot, his entire being enveloped in a dense white aura, and the white aura surrounding him was like a Jiao Long, continuously swirling around him.
The bronze ancient chariot that the elder stood on was not drawn by mythological beasts, but by eight bronze horses.
These eight bronze horses were lifelike, majestic in form, as if they were real living horses.
Moreover, this ancient chariot was extremely old, so old that it bore bluish-green spots.
This ancient chariot was a war chariot, completely ancient green in color, and its surface was pitted, covered with countless sword and blade scars.
At a glance, it was clear that this war chariot had been through numerous battles.
