Looking at Ji Hao in the air, his eyes showed a ray of cruelty.

This person is the strong man in the eighth level of the saint, the Ghost Ancestor.

"Have you met the ancestor!"

As soon as he appeared, the powerful Shadow Clan around him bowed and even Prince Youye was no exception.

The eighth level of the saint, no matter where he is placed, he is an amazing strong man.

Even the prince's rituals can match the eighth level of the saint unless his strength is.

"Don't be polite. Now it's really worse than the next generation. It's really embarrassing that a little baby with the sixth level of the saint blocked my billion-dollar army of the Shadow Clan!"

The ghost ancestor said in a low voice, but it made Prince Youye below look a little ashamed of his face.

But I don't know how to speak.

At this time, everyone in Xiayang City had a look of horror in their eyes.
Chapter completed!