Boom!
The terrible pressure made the earth seem to sink heavily.
The fierce beasts battling with the mercenaries exploded into blood mist in an instant.
A voice rang out:
"Dear mercenary friends, I am from the Heritage Clan Zhang, and I see your extraordinary cultivation. I can offer you an opportunity to break through to the ninth tier!"
Upon hearing this, Zeng Ciwen quickly stepped forward and asked: "May I ask, are you from that Zhang Family?"
"Indeed." Saint Son Zhang said proudly.
Immediately, the mercenaries present, genuinely fearful and respectful, quickly said, "We are willing!"
"Then follow me."
Saint Son Zhang waved his sleeve, bringing everyone into the space.
Rumble!
The treasured carriage restarted, soaring into the sky.
"Very easy, since it's your request, I might as well lend them a hand.... Meeting me is their blessing."
