Standing atop the golden bird was a man whose mere glance instilled an even greater fear in her—without a doubt, it was Yang Xibi of the Mountain Suppression Realm who had arrived.'
The terror of Yang Xibi had already been branded into her heart.
Even now, she felt a chill down her spine.
As she pondered this, in an instant, ten Great Demon Wing Race descended onto the plaza.
A few cries caused light dust to ripple throughout the plaza, making the surrounding Divine Profound Realm experts recoil toward Hua Zeyu.
Though Hua Zeyu might not be able to protect them, with Ji Liangping absent, at least Hua Zeyu was their pillar of support at this moment.
"Do not panic!"
Hua Zeyu waved a hand, then composed himself and led the way toward Yang Xibi. "Senior, forgive us for not welcoming you from afar."
