Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
Dijiang moved, and countless immortal cultivators belonging to the Years Alliance immediately followed behind him.
In truth, if they had a choice, none of these people would have wanted to guard the border between the Years Alliance and the Black Mist. The boundless Black Mist loomed there, and the slightest carelessness would doom even them to be consumed by the mist.
Chapter 797