In the great hall, Bai Jiansheng, the man in charge of the Human Race, sat high upon the throne with an iron-blue face.
Below him, two groups of people looked at him arrogantly, not taking him seriously at all.
Judging only by their robes and insignias, one could tell that they were experts from Wild Sky Hall and the Divine Alliance.
The powerhouse leading Wild Sky Hall this time was an old man with a haughty expression. Divine fluctuations faintly pulsed from his body—he was actually the master of a hall.
Within Wild Sky Hall, only those who had entered the Myth Realm could apply to become a hall master. Even among hall masters, there were differences in strength. Clearly, this hall master was no weakling; his aura steadily suppressed Bai Jiansheng.
Five or six experts followed behind him, every one of them at the Peak Stage of Death Mystic Realm.
The leader from the Divine Alliance was a gaunt, middle-aged man with a gloomy face. A single wing grew from his back—yes, not two symmetrical wings, but only one wing, marking him as some unknown race of flesh-winged creatures.
Yet his strength was not inferior to that Wild Sky Hall master in the slightest. The black true essence he faintly emitted joined with the old man's aura to suppress Bai Jiansheng. Five or six elite members of the Divine Alliance stood behind him as well.
Bai Jiansheng's face turned iron-blue. They claimed to be here for a visit, but where was this a visit? They had plainly come to provoke and flaunt their power. Worse still, both were stronger than him, and working together, they suppressed him so thoroughly that he could not even move atop his throne.
He looked coldly at the two men, the fury on his