The next moment, a hunter in the imperial realm came out from it, and he looked at the old man walking out of the clouds in horror, and couldn't help but say angrily: "Not only have you never fallen, but your combat power is so strong?"

"Haha, it's enough to deal with you."

The old man with white eyebrows hangs his sword low and stands proudly.

The Emperor hunter stood there, gasped for a moment, then turned around and left.

"Ninety-seven, I did my best today!"

As the sound fell, the hunter in the imperial realm disappeared into the void.

The old man with white eyebrows did not chase him, but flashed toward Lin Piaomiao.

At this time, Lin Piaomiao was still urging the sun and menstrual wheels to resist the impact, and he was already at his limit.

But when the old man with white eyebrows approached, the old man with codename 97 could only curse and retreat.

He is also not a match for Baimei.

"Anlong Valley, retreat!"

As its sound rang out, the surrounding dark soul formation suddenly began to shake. The black fog instantly filled the treasure ship. With the interference of divine thoughts, the remaining bounty hunters faded away one after another.

However, there were still no less than ten golden scale-level people left on the treasure ship; the bodies of hunters, these people, were destroyed by the breath of Xiao Ice and Fire.

For a moment, the sky returned to the clear night, the stars were sparse, and the cool breeze suddenly rose.
Chapter completed!