On the banks of the Bamboo Water River, there were already sparse survivors, and when the heavy footsteps echoed from the depths of the dense forest, each sound was exceptionally clear.
King Yue suddenly turned around, clenched his sword hilt with five fingers, and shouted sternly: "Who goes there?"
The other cultivators of different forces also showed sudden changes in their expressions, and they all became vigilant.
The fierce battle of life and death was still vivid in their minds, and at this moment, the strange sound stirred once more, making everyone as anxious as startled birds.
Amidst the depths of the dense forest, a figure gradually became clear.
As the figure stepped through layer upon layer of dense forest and approached the crowd, the pupils of King Yue and others shrank sharply, and they hurriedly lowered their heads in salute.
"Greetings, Lord Situ!"
Only a tall and upright figure stepped out from the forest.
