Nearly 40 experts soon came to the foot of Xi Mo mountain. At this time, Zhang Xianghui, a strong and muscular man under the purple robe, flew directly, his face was full of flesh, and his domineering momentum could be felt far away.

"Yuan Ye, I know you are in it. Get out of here, or Don't blame me for being cruel. " Zhang Xianghui's deafening voice rang.

"hahaha, Zhang Xianghui, last time you three didn't get me. Only two of you dare to speak up this time. If you don't retreat, I'm afraid you won't be able to save your life. " A clear voice sounded, and a figure...