He was a man covered head to toe in emerald-green scales, twice as tall as an ordinary person. A wild, arrogant smile hung on his face as he looked at Ye Xiwen and the others.
"Flying Cloud Fortress Eighth Elder!" The old steward spoke the name with a grave expression.
Compared to Qingtian Fortress, Flying Cloud Fortress was far more powerful. It alone had many more top experts at the Po Wang Realm Ninth Level.
Although this Flying Cloud Fortress Eighth Elder ranked only eighth among the elders, his strength was by no means weak. Just like Ye Xiwen—though he was merely Qingtian Fortress's Ninth Elder, who would dare underestimate him?
That ranking merely represented the order in which they had joined.
Clearly, this was another formidable foreign race expert!
"Hehe, Old Eighth, you were right. These Qingtian Fortress people truly have no brains. With just a little bait, they walked straight into our trap. I heard this Qingtian Fortress Ninth Elder is a newcomer with no experience, and his strength is the weakest. Once we kill him and seize the Blood Stone Mine completely, it will be too late by the time Qingtian Fortress reacts. Hahaha!"
Another figure slowly emerged from the void. She appeared to be a middle-aged woman, but beneath her was not a pair of legs, but an enormous serpentine tail. She was a snake demon.
"That venomous snake-hearted woman, Flying Cloud Fortress Seventh Elder!" The old steward's face immediately turned deathly pale. One alone would have been manageable. Ye Xiwen also possessed battle prowess at the Po Wang Realm Ninth Level, so they could still be considered evenly matched. But now that another had appeared, the situation had turned upside down in an instant.
No matter how formidable Ye Xiwen was, he could not possibly