When the first batch is transmitted back, they will appear directly outside the red circle and will not occupy the position of the Demon Slaying Altar.
Boom boom boom!
Boom boom boom!
The glow of the red line grew ever deeper, eventually forming a liquid darker than blood, deeply soaking into the underground depths.
The bodies of the first batch of Martial Artists of the Yangxiang Race, prepared for transmission, had already begun to blur.
Fei Tianhong and Gang Yue looked nervously at the Demon Slaying Altar.
Truly formidable.
The Yangxiang Race truly lived up to its past as the first race; a starved camel is still bigger than a horse.
This race has deep reserves, and various enchanted artifacts seem to be endless.
After the Yangxiang Race transmits a few batches, it will be the turn of the Blood Boiling Race and the Steel Bone Race.
Above the sky, the sects of the human race were already filled with murderous intent, waiting for Zhao Qian'en's orders.
