"Whoosh!"
"Whoosh whoosh..."
With a faint piercing sound, three figures shot towards this direction from the distant starry sky. It was none other than Lü Feifei's grandmother, Yao Qinghua, and following behind her were Zi Yao and Wuyou...
Days had passed, and Yao Qinghua's injuries had fully healed. Yet, for some unknown reason, she suddenly arrived here, bringing Zi Yao and Wuyou along.
The three did not get close; they remained at a distance in the starry sky, far from the perimeter line where the dozen or so Herculean old monsters were lingering.
However, the words of these Herculean old monsters, along with their deliberately friendly gestures, were clearly seen and heard by the three.
"That guy in the golden battle armor... seems like Chen Tang?"
Zi Yao was stunned, murmuring softly, her tone uncertain. As she spoke, she turned to look at Wuyou, who was beside her.
