Wraith Mountain Range, deep within the dense forest canyon.
Three sky giant ships hovered mid-air. The Blood Pattern Race middle-aged man playing with marbles glanced at the players who had been wiped out and simply waved his hand.
Whizz, whizz, whizz…
Suddenly, the black marbles that had previously shot out seemed to be summoned, rapidly flying from the pits they had created, landing back into the hands of the Blood Pattern Race middle-aged man, as if alive.
Then, the Blood Pattern Race middle-aged man pocketed the marbles and directly turned to fly towards the central sky giant ship.
Inside the command cabin of the sky giant ship.
As the Blood Pattern Race middle-aged man walked inside, ten men and women sat there, their Qi and blood clearly at the Blood Coagulation Realm. Leading them was a towering Blood Pattern Race elder, wearing a pitch-black helmet, with a body over four meters tall, his Qi and blood deep as the ocean.
