"Who are those people?"
Seeing these suddenly appearing individuals, some present couldn't help but narrow their eyes.
Ji Haoyuan's eyes narrowed slightly as well.
Because he had already recognized these people who suddenly appeared before them were cultivators from the Divine Ruins.
Among them, the man seemingly leading, dressed in black, was a Mahayana Saint Monarch.
At this moment, he looked at everyone present, with a faint smile on his face, saying:
"This place is now in our possession. Now, I hope you all will voluntarily leave. Surely, none of you would have any issues, right?"
As soon as he spoke, the expressions of everyone present changed.
It was truly too domineering.
Demanding everyone to leave at the entry, completely unwilling to give anyone here a single chance.
Soon, some also recognized the identities of the black-clad man and his companions.
This made their expressions turn extremely unpleasant.
Vaguely, there was an uneasy feeling.
