Treated with disdain

This was no ordinary city, but rather a stronghold. Formation patterns covered the walls of the city, exuding a powerful air of danger that was supreme, as if it was a Ninth Heaven Celestial King.

No, no, no. It was not like one, but 10, or even tens of them working together to stand guard here, which was extremely frightening.

Ling Han nodded internally. If that wasn't the case, how could they possibly stand guard against the mad barrage of assaults from the Foreign Realm?

This was a stronghold. There were no gates of entry on either side, which Ling Han was slightly stunned by. He had no idea what he should do.

Right at this moment, a man strode towards him. He wore only a piece of animal hide on him, his figure broad, wide, and sturdy. There was actually a star on his shoulder. Though it was only the size of a fist, it was emanating a fiercely powerful aura.