"That's the Yuan Race Headquarters over there, right!"
Wang Teng gazed into the distance.
Vaguely, he saw ominous mists rising in that territory.
Could there be something strange about this Yuan Race Headquarters?
At that moment, his heart thought to move, and he instantly released his divine sense, scanning towards the Yuan Race Headquarters.
The next second, a look of wild joy appeared on his face!
So many hunters!
At least a hundred thousand!
This time, he's going to strike it rich!
With that thought, Wang Teng landed in the forest below and released the Celestial Court army.
After handling these chores, he soared into the sky, leading the charge into the Yuan Race Headquarters.
At the same time, above the Yuan Race square, Si Ling and others were leisurely chatting.
"One hundred thousand troops have already gathered. Now, we're just waiting for the powerhouses of the Daqian Divine Dynasty to assist us!"
"Yes~! Everything's ready, we just need the east wind!"
