Flew thousands of meters away.
Only the ten Elders of Ancestral Dragon Sacred Land managed to steady themselves.
The ten Elders wore robes of various colors, with double horns on their heads, gray and white hair and beards, their bodies covered with gashes, stained red with blood.
The leading Elder was Sheridan Watson.
"Hahaha..."
The leading Elder of Golden Crow Holy Land, Johnson Frost, wielded a long halberd and laughed heartily.
He looked up fiercely and said, "Sheridan Watson, with just the ten of you, you are no match for us!
If the ten of you are willing to submit to us, serve us in future, and obediently hand over your Three Great Ancestral Artifacts, we might consider sparing your lives!"
Though Sheridan Watson's hair and beard were blood-stained, his robe tattered, his aura remained sharp and domineering!
He took a step forward, his voice booming, "Johnson Frost, stop dreaming!
Even if our Ancestral Dragon Clan dies in battle, we will never submit to you!
