"Su Yue, where are you headed?"
Mu Jingliang was taken aback, a question that pierced his soul lingered in his mind.
Where did he come from?
And where is he going?
Two people covered in blood mysteriously appeared from the Jiang Line Jungle, almost like ghosts.
Shouldn't Su Yue be in West Martial right now?
How did he manage to cross the border?
Did this kid smuggle himself out?
"No time to explain, father-in-law, we're going to the Wetlands to stir things up, I'm relieved to have you with me."
Without a second thought, Su Yue stepped forward and grabbed Mu Jingliang's arm tightly.
If the sky were to fall, there was finally someone tall to hold it up.
The power of the Grandmaster's blood is indeed formidable.
Their alien race needs to sacrifice the blood of 61 Fifth Grade humans just to transport three Sixth Grade Grandmasters.
And under the sacrifice of the Grandmaster's blood, Su Yue could even handle Ninth Grade.
What a pity.
The main gate had reached its limit.
