The short spiritual body's sharp eyes swept across all the spiritual bodies.
No one dared to look directly at him.
They trembled in fear.
"You! Hmph!"
The thin spiritual body called Kleist was furious, but there was nothing he could do.
Who asked him to be trusted by the Spirit King the most?
Even though they were both divine-grade experts, their statuses were different.
He snorted coldly and turned to leave.
On the other side, on the city wall, the two golden-armored commanders slowly landed on the city wall.
They exchanged glances with each other.
Both of them felt the powerful aura that flashed in the distance.
"Divine-grade, two of them."
The Seventh Commander said slowly.
The Second Commander nodded.