After walking out of the Eight Hundred Celestial Mist Dao, some figures dressed in red appeared through the space rift.
Jing Hong looked at these people, his expression turning cold.
"Three Hundred Cloud Dragon Stream! This time, the king really went all out! This time, not only those black-robed figures, but I fear anyone in the Alps will be utterly wiped out if they don't leave."
Yang Yan said calmly:
"The world shows no sympathy for the weak. I'll give them a chance to leave. If they don't seize it, they can't blame me."
Yang Yan remained unperturbed, but within the Alps, seeing the advance of the Three Hundred Cloud Dragon Stream and Eight Hundred Celestial Mist Dao, someone asked in fear:
"Boss, who are those people? They don't look like they're coming with good intentions?"
"Damn! Are those guys absolute power?"
The burly man seemed not to hear his subordinate's question, his eyes fixed on the crowd below, exclaiming.
"What is absolute power?"
