I didn't expect that seven years later, these Night Wolf Tribe would still have the strength to rebuild thirty thousand Imperial Court Guards.
Standing in front of these Giant Spirit formations is a Giant Spirit with a body height of a hundred zhang.
He is also wearing war armor, holding a giant shield, standing like a mountain in front.
That is Emperor Jilie's young son, who in recent years has had the greatest hope of unifying the Night Wolf Tribe, the First Grade Prince, Huang Tianli.
This person has his face covered by a face mask, only exposing a pair of eyes, coldly staring at Xia Longxiang.
"Want to go to Black Gold Mountain?"
He brandishes a giant battle blade that is sixty zhang long, powerful Vigorous Force sweeping out, producing bursts of explosive sounds.
"You are walking into the trap! The Imperial Court Guard Army under this king has a heart of stone; unless you step over this king's corpse, you have no chance to charge through!"
