The power of thunder and the spirit bomb directly blasted a deep pit with a diameter of about twenty meters, even on the plain, it was quite shocking to behold.
"You're still as rude as ever, not even a greeting when we meet? After all, we're old acquaintances." A voice came from the deep pit.
Soon after, a man in white holding a bronze halberd soared into the air, landing near Wu Liang and Zeng Hu with a few agile leaps.
He glanced at the slime-like pieces scattered on the ground, shaking his head with some regret, "It really is your handiwork; how on earth did you manage to attract every City-Destroying Level Fierce Ghost in Huaxia? With that mysterious silver-white Flow Pattern Elixir?"
The newcomer was none other than the Pioneer!
Wu Liang scrutinized the other person; apart from the vaguely familiar bronze halberd, his other hand held a strange glass bottle.
