Soon, three streaks of light approached and stopped in front of the two disaster apostles. They were three battle saints.
The leader was a handsome man with short golden hair and a golden pattern on his forehead. His gaze swept across the green robes of the two disaster apostles, and his expression changed slightly.
" People from the Order of Natural Disaster? How is that possible?"
There were two Battle-Saints beside him. One of them was a tall and sturdy Devil Snake, while the other was a bronze-skinned Northern Wood person who was about two meters tall.
At this moment, the two Battle-Saints' expressions changed. They were in disbelief.
"The people of the Order of Natural Disaster have been corrupted by the mutation and should not be able to enter the Land of Origin. You actually came in?!"
The Snake-Devil Battle-Saint sounded surprised.
Northern Wood looked at the spatial rift behind the two of them and frowned.