Mystery Figure Ling Wan feng

Fu Junlin and the others were completely dumbfounded inside the spacecraft.

What the hell was this?

After a dizzying bout of violent spinning, smashing, and tossing, Fu Junlin and the others crawled to their feet in a sorry state.

Bang!

Fu Junlin kicked open the warped hatch and stepped out.

He turned back to look.

The spacecraft that had been bouncing around moments ago had now become a pile of scrap metal.

Fortunately, damage of this extent was not enough to hurt the people inside. Everyone managed to crawl out of the spacecraft unharmed, though thoroughly shaken.

The spot that had originally held only two people was now crowded with more than twenty!

They all wore crude clothes made from animal pelts, and each of them had some sort of ears or small horns on their heads.

Yet judging from the aura they gave off and their terrifying destructive power,

Fu Junlin could not find them cute in the slightest.

The two sides remained in a distant standoff for a while before the other party finally approached under the lead of the middle-aged man with antlers.

During those brief ten-odd seconds, Fu Junlin observed this group's Information Pheromone, only to find that the pheromones he read were extremely strange, as if they did not belong to this world!

Yet those Information Pheromones closely resembled another world—the world from the scene he had seen when he defeated Xiang Yu and the Ghostwood General.

To fully understand this group, however, would require an enormous amount of Information Pheromone, something that could not be accomplished in a short time.

Still, Fu Junlin had figured out their identities.

They should be called the "Imperial Clan."

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man with antlers stopped some distance away and asked Fu Junlin warily.

Everyone was