"Hahaha..."
On each snow-capped peak, everyone was laughing—some with mockery, some full of hatred, and some with unconcealed murderous intent, their expressions varied.
Just a cultivator of the Four Extremes secret boundary, how could he battle so many people? Among them are top figures from the older generation! They considered this a joke.
"Do you dream of killing us all?!"
They didn't want to give Ye Fan the slightest chance. This time, all thirteen Saint Heir level figures had appeared. Even some Grand Elders had been invited, all determined to kill him.
"Where is Yiyi?" Ye Fan asked calmly.
"Ye Fan, still thinking of rescuing someone? You can barely take care of yourself, yet you're worried about others. Don't you find that ridiculous?!" Dao Yi Saint Heir Li Donglai sneered.
"Bring her out," a voice commanded from the shadows.
