"Boom!"
Storms erupted beyond the atmosphere. Dozens of warships were hurled by members of the Dark Tribe, whistling past Bai Ze—a blatant display of intimidation. Bai Ze merely stared at them, standing silently in place to meet their arrival.
Soon, five or six figures emerged from the black mist, rapidly closing the distance. The leader of the group, a man with purple hair clad in gilded robes, spoke with a light, mocking tone: "What a pity. These powerful people who tried to flee have all been slaughtered. What a waste of your efforts."
Chapter 249