This was yet another small-scale skirmish.
Ascending Origin Tier elites would deliver a token assault, and Immortal Palace Tier, Dividing Soul Tier, and Severing Mundane Tier Celestials would be tailing behind them. However, there was an extremely large number of troops, displaying the detailed power of a Ninth Heaven Celestial King Tier-level force.
Ling Han ran with the masses, calling out loudly a few times. Seeing the exaggerated expression on his face, others would think that he had some kind of deadly grudge against the Roc Palace.
"Brother, we are just cannon fodder, and this is above our pay grade. You don't have to be so serious, right?" Someone by his side could not bear to watch. How were they supposed to live with that?
"Really?" Ling Han chuckled. "My mistake, my mistake. I overperformed."