"Stop the transmission for the moment." Ding Hao ordered.

Because he saw that in the distant sky, there were numerous experts of the Feather Clan swarming toward them, and further away, there were space transmission gates being opened one after another. The endless armies of the Feather Clan were coming like tides. Obviously, they had made up their minds to kill the Military Counselor of the White-Robed King.

"Die!"

Like a dragon, the ...