"The representative of local human civilization is here."
Nierdamon slightly raised his head.
His gaze was resolute, never wavering from start to finish.
The appearance of Wang Jixuan at this moment obviously gave Nierdamon a bit more confidence.
In contrast, the old man slightly changed color, his eyes filled with vigilance, his body like a tightly wound spring, seemingly ready to erupt at any moment.
This old man had not perceived where Wang Jixuan came from.
Even now, as Wang Jixuan walked towards the campfire from not far away, the old man still couldn't lock onto his silhouette.
Right now, Master Wang's appearance is that of an Alien Soul, not yet complete.
The main body is hiding not far away, ready to erupt at any moment.
He directly reached Nierdamon's side.
Ye Zi attempted to step forward but was pulled back by a gentle force.
The old man intervened.
