"Boss, where did these primitive people come from?" A man in a white suit beside Zebulun Martin mocked with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Who knows, a bunch of fearless guys, let's fulfill their wish." Zebulun Martin snorted coldly, not paying attention to those behind him, but instead turning his head to continue staring at Demarco Mount.
Along the way, Trent Marsh went unchallenged, but at Demarco Mount, he encountered trouble.
After a full day of assault without taking it down, Trent Marsh left Zebulun Martin to lead some surrendered martial artists to continue attacking Demarco Mount.
And he continued to sweep across the world.
"It's really a tough nut to crack." Zebulun Martin squinted, looking at the grand formation surrounding Demarco Mount, muttering to himself, "It truly is somewhat challenging."
In front of him stood a group of array masters, painstakingly searching for flaws and attempting to break this large formation.
But until now, no progress had been made.
