"So strong! So strong! Such powerful Heshenghe!" Amidst the fierce Gang Wind produced by the collision of True Yuan, the Abyss Prince looked at the many powerful figures around Shen Qiang with eyes full of shock, not only his expression becoming more and more awe-struck but also trembling slightly with excitement.
Meanwhile, because Shen Qiang's side had few people, Ye Guyun, Ke Bizhu, and the petite and graceful girl with a delicate anklet on her snow-white ankle, had all joined the fray.
"It's not just outnumbered but a tremendously disparate in power!" On the mountain ridge afar, the old Immortal Master Ancestor of Medicine King Valley frowned at the groups already meditating, secretly sighed somewhat worriedly:
