A few beams of light from the Wuhun Hall arrived in an instant.
There are four figures in total, all of which are birds and martial souls.
The leader looked old and was dressed luxuriously. Behind him was a pair of phantom shadows with dragon wings and martial souls. His face was full of gloomy arrogance, and his narrow eyes shone with sly emerald green light.
It was the Platinum Bishop Pallas that the Silver Armored Soul King spoke of, an eighty-five-level Contra.
He glanced around with a gloomy expression, taking in all the silver armored knights kneeling on the ground and his nephew who was slapped by Luo Yu who was full of minions.
He was burning with anger and was about to make a big move. After noticing Luo Yu's extraordinary temperament and appearance, hesitation flashed in the depths of his eyes, and he quickly restrained his anger, looking like Gu Jing was calm.
"Bah! Still not letting go of me?"
