All the Qin soldiers became tense.
Thirty thousand men, yet they were utterly overwhelmed by the momentum of just a few thousand.
There were even some powerful auras among them.
They were pressed to the point where they couldn't breathe.
Wei Changfeng's face became tense, looking extremely grim.
He hadn't expected that what he thought was an ant he could crush with ease, a sect he could trample so it could never rise again, would turn out to be a difficult bone to chew.
What's more, if it were not handled well, it might be hard to leave here alive today.
The Netherworld Emperor's prestige, was it really this high?
"Haha, haha, you've all been deceived!" Suddenly, Wei Changfeng laughed loudly, maniacally: "What Son of the Nether Emperor! Do you really think the Son of the Nether Emperor is still alive? The real Son of the Nether Emperor died long ago, and he is just an impostor!"
