Arrival!

At a wasteland in the core region of the Eighth Lair.

Swoosh!

A figure appeared out of thin air.

It was a young man with a slightly emaciated and pale body. His body was also filled with coldness as if he were the Abysmal Hell himself.

After coming to the wasteland, he closed his eyes and waited quietly in his position.

Half a day later, another figure descended abruptly. This person was a giant-like, purple-robed old man who was close to three meters tall.

"Real God Han Quan, have I kept you waiting for a long time?" the purple-robed old man laughed heartily.

Real God Han Quan, who was the young man with a body filled with coldness, opened his eyes and looked at the person who had come, "I originally thought that you would need at least a few days to get here. However, you only took half a day. Seems like your murderous intent toward Jian Wushuang is no less than the Soaring Heaven King Palace's."