The eyes of the Two Great Godly Kings revealed a trace of viciousness, but behind this viciousness hid a trace of fear.
As for Sima Bei beside them, he was not as optimistic as they were.
Although he also felt that what the Two Great Godly Kings said was right, he still felt uncertain in his heart.
He had been afraid of the sect master of the Tianyun Sect for too many years, and it had long become a psychological shadow.
In the Dead River, Xiao Hai was pacing with difficulty. White fog would rise up with every step he took.
"Forcefully crossing the Dead River is really unheard of," Sima Bei said in a low voice.
The three of them quietly watched Xiao Hai cross the Dead River.
Soon, more and more people surrounded him.
They seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of them.
The banks of the Dead River were already stained with black-robed men, but Xiao Hai still did not show any fear.