The sun rose in the east, piercing the darkness.
A small hill thousands of miles away from Jigui Mountain Range, only about a hundred meters high, on the cliff top sat a Leisure Chair made from Phoenix Blood Wood.
At this moment, Yu Yuan was lying on the Leisure Chair with his eyes closed, gently rocking, and with a smile lightly said: "Now all we have to do is sit back and watch the show."
Wu Zhi Qi stared at the swaying Leisure Chair, sneered secretly, and engaged his sight to look far into the distance.
He saw a khaki dust cloud on the ground, like an earth dragon making its way, charging toward the north at a great speed, crossing a thousand miles in a blink of an eye.
Wu Zhi Qi peered into the distance, and under the golden morning light, he could clearly see countless tall and robust warriors of the Witch Clan surging towards the north, like a tide.
