Yang Luo raised his eyes to look at the eight camps of people, narrowing his eyes slightly.
These people had peculiar appearances, some towering and robust like small towers.
Some were burning with flames, exuding a piercing coldness.
Some had dazzling light flickering on their bodies, with wings growing from their backs.
In short, these people looked human, but were not human.
However, whether these alien races suddenly arriving on Earth are friends or foes, Yang Luo was unsure.
He sensed the cultivation of those people, slightly startled in his heart.
Their cultivation was not low, reaching Daluo Golden Immortal, Taiyi Xuanxian, and Nine Heavens Immortal levels.
Especially the eight leading individuals, their cultivation was at the level of Nine Heavens Immortal.
Just then.
Those people walked step by step through the air towards this side.
Clang, clang, clang!...
As they approached step by step, the sky shook immensely, the sea of clouds roiled, waves overflowed!
