Hua Tian's Goodwill

"Did you guys encounter the ghost race?"

"Yes, Brother Qin Yu. How did you know?" Yun Qingyun was puzzled.

"My divine sense detected a ghostly qi fluctuation on the fifth level just now. Furthermore, Wang Feng had used my talisman, so I have a rough judgment."

"Brother Qin Yu, although the ghost race isn't strong, their methods are tremendously mysterious. Under various secret techniques, both of us were almost killed. I'm afraid we couldn't last until Lord Jue Wu arrived if you did not leave us with life-saving methods."

Wang Feng's face was ashen. He had yet to recover his senses from the battle just now.

"The alien race's invasion is happening frequently now. The 100,000 residents of the Azure Ridge Continent have been slaughtered until only a few thousand are left. You guys don't leave for now."

Qin Yu instructed.

There seemed to be a temporary restriction in space. The ones that appeared recently were all weak alien races.