Eight Desolates Divine Control, Divine Sense Secret Technique

More than ten figures flapped their soul wings and arrived at the Sacred Spirit Valley.

"The efficiency is indeed high."

Wang Che glanced at these black-robed Ghost Disciples.

The hood of the black robe covered most of their faces, and a small portion was covered by masks.

He could not see their exact appearance either. It seemed no different from what he had encountered previously.

If he judged them according to the aura, the difference would be huge.

The one on the right had the strongest aura. His clothes were very ordinary and there was nothing special about him.

Only from the aura could one sense that it was the strongest.

Wang Che did not know how strong he was. The soul wings on his back had already materialized.

"Seal this place, Red Sea. End the battle quickly and kill him!"

One of them snorted as if he was the commander.