"They are here."

With the arrival of Wang Mang and Yan Ling, everyone suddenly became quiet.

Looking at the people with confusion on their faces, Yan Ling was silent for a moment and slowly spoke:

"I'm sorry for everyone in the Yan clan camp. I'm defeated in this battle."

As soon as the words were finished, everyone was suddenly in an uproar.

Seeing this, Yan Ling opened his mouth and ordered someone:

"Okay, let's go out and talk about anything."

"You have taken the origin of the world."

While speaking, he also pointed at one of the people in the crowd.

"Yes, Lord Holy Son."

The man responded respectfully to Yan Ling's words and hurriedly ran towards another place.

Looking at the man's departure back, Yan Ling turned his head and said to Wang Mang:

"Fellow Daoist Wang Mang, wait for a moment."

Upon hearing this, Wang Mang nodded and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Yan Ling didn't care too much.

After all, the two of them are not very familiar with each other.

As time went by, the man hurried over.

After handing over the origin of the world to Wang Mang, Yan Ling thought about it and said:

"Fellow Daoist Wang Mang, your strength is strong."

"But pay more attention to the holy son of the Ancient Star Clan."

"That guy has won the first place in several endless holy wars."
Chapter completed!