Ye Fan’s flooding voice rolled. The lightning spirit jade in his hand shone brightly, and Ye Fan was bathed in a green aura, like the Great Emperor Yunyang reappearing in the world. Under Ye Fan’s majesty, Little Yan was staggered there. With huge pupils, he stared dumbly at Ye Fan and at the Thunder Spirit … Read more
Seeing the four people, Han Qianqian smiled slightly, “Did you all have a good rest last night?” Did you have a good rest? This was a good question. Last night, although the four of them had Han Qianqian’s special order to have exclusive use of the hut inside the Eight Desolate World that Han Qianqian … Read more
Anyway, no matter what happens tomorrow, the four of them won’t be able to sleep soundly tonight anyway. Even if, tired as they were, they could even just lie down in place and fall asleep. The speed of the 30,000 people was fast, and by the time Han Qianqian returned, a lot of simple houses … Read more
Seven days! If these four guys could all pull through, after seven days, Han Qianqian didn’t dare to say how powerful they were, but at least the group’s foundation would receive a qualitative improvement. At that time, they would at least not be dragging their feet, but would be able to hold their own on … Read more
As soon as Han Qianqian arrived on the scene, everyone consciously and incomparably all stood up. “Greetings to the League Master.” The crowd called out in unison. Han Qianqian nodded. “All rise.” Taking a glance at the entire scene, thirty thousand strong soldiers, but dragging their families with them, there were at least thirty thousand … Read more