"Need help?"
Just as Mo Chen was facing Chu Feng's suppression, trapped in despair, a cold voice rang out.
And not only Mo Chen heard this voice, but everyone in Demon City did, including Chu Feng.
Their expressions were shocked.
Then, the void twisted, and three figures appeared here.
These three wore black robes.
The man in the center was cloaked, with a cold expression, thick eyebrows, shoulder-length hair, a few black strands hanging across his forehead, and eyes emitting a strange gaze.
"Who are you..."
Mo Chen looked curiously at these three, his eyes shining.
"I am the Third Guardian of the Ancient Demon Sect!"
The cloaked man replied.
Swish!!!
Upon hearing this, Mo Chen and the people present in Demon City changed expressions, shock painted on their faces.
Ancient Demon Sect!
Hearing these four words, Chu Feng's eyes flickered continuously, shimmering with brilliance.
