Demonic Mirror Suppressing the Small World

On the barren hills shrouded in illusion, the eyes of Maiden of a Thousand Stars and the six elders flashed in a strange light.

The corner of Maiden of a Thousand Stars's mouth curled up in a faint smile. "With Zhang Ruochen's alertness, it is not easy to ambush him."

"But what Zhang Ruochen is doing is unwise. The Sunshine Civilization has gathered thousands of Saint King cultivators, and the Jinyang Twin Kings are aiding them. By choosing to start a battle, things might not end up well for him," said an elder, shaking his head.

The other five elders nodded in agreement. No matter how strong they were, there were only four of them on Zhang Ruochen's side. Could they beat the thousands of Sunshine Civilization cultivators?

Maiden of a Thousand Stars disagreed. "You don't know Zhang Ruochen well. He knows what he is doing since he dares to take the shot. Even if he can't beat them, he can always retreat."