"They're coming! Be careful, there are even more of them this time! Even though they are suppressed by the 'Seven Insects, Seven Powders', we must not underestimate them," Zhang Xiaohao's expression suddenly changed as he warned.
"Yes, sir!" Qing Mian responded.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh...
As their voices fell, successive sounds of cutting through the air arose.
One after another, figures wearing masks charged crazily towards them under the influence of the Array.
In just a dozen breaths of time.
Almost all the warriors attending this auction had arrived.
A dense crowd, nearly a hundred strong.
Under the detection of Zhang Xiaohao's Soul Power, there were even a few late-stage Void Transformation Realm powerhouses among them.
The rest were mostly at the early stage of Void Transformation Realm, or peak warriors of the Hundred Veins Realm.
"Who are you? Why block my path?" an old man wearing a Golden Dragon mask coldly demanded as he stepped forward.
