The top seven of the West!

At the same time, in the deep void, less than ten miles away from the nine Dragon Bay.

The two figures descended one after another, and their auras, which were deliberately restrained, still shook the clouds.

A red-haired white man with an evil smile on his face turned to a golden-haired, blue-eyed, burly man beside him with a serious expression.""Paul, you also felt that aura?"

"My most Respected Sir Carl."

The blonde, blue-eyed Carlo smiled like a gentleman and closed his eyes."This taste is too wonderful. I suspect that the immortal elixir mentioned in the eastern myths is about to be born."

"That's mine!"

Carl frowned slightly, as if he was unhappy.

"Mr. Karl, you're too absolute!"

A chuckling sound was heard, and an extremely handsome Western man in a windbreaker appeared out of thin air.

"Deathwing lyant."

Carl and Paul's pupils shrank.

Then, more figures descended in front of them.

"Ruling sword's leader, witsy!"