Tang Xiaoxuan narrowed his eyes, a hint of seriousness flashing in his gaze, then snorted coldly: "Swallowing up the Fox Wolf, on the brink of Ancient Jin, bordering the Night King Ancient Race.
That guy also has this power of enchantment, and within the Insect Race, he is indeed a disaster.
Thus, it seems, this layout is far-reaching, linking together into a line, the scheme is not small.
This seat must make the Night King Ancient Race calm down, at least to stand before my clan, and play the role of vanguard."
Just a moment ago, he was confident, but now he is already pondering.
As the clan leader of the Formless Ancient Race, he is both courageous and cautious.
Tang Xiaoxuan... will not make mistakes, nor can he afford to make mistakes.
Cultivators are never a group of people who only cultivate power without brains. Their thinking will enhance as their realm ascends.
