Cheng Hao had been keeping an eye on the situation over here. Upon seeing the sudden appearance of the black-clad men, each exuding an overwhelming aura of evil qi, his heart lurched.
That fiend had been in Phoenix City for some time, and naturally, he had sent people to inquire about the other party's background. It would have been better not to inquire because, after finding out, any thought of resistance was completely quashed.
It was an aristocratic family with hundreds of years of legacy, a family of prophets, beyond the secular world, with unfathomable strength.
Now, he saw his sister in conflict with them.
He moved at once.
A large group of people, trained and disciplined, retreated into the underground city.
The remaining thirty or so, slightly injured, picked up their weapons and surrounded them one after another.
Cheng Hao and Qi Fei stood to the left and right, side by side in front of Cheng Xiaoxiao.
