"They're coming."

With the arrival of Wang Mang and Yan Ling, everyone suddenly became quiet.

Looking at the people with puzzled faces, Yan Ling was silent for a moment and then slowly said:

"Everyone in the Yan Clan camp is sorry. I lost this battle."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone immediately exploded.

Seeing this, Yan Ling opened his mouth and ordered someone:

"Okay, let's go out and talk about anything."

"You, take the origin of the world."

While speaking, he also pointed to someone in the crowd.

"Yes, Lord Holy Son."

The man responded to Yan Ling respectfully, and then hurriedly ran somewhere.

Looking at the man's leaving figure, Yan Ling turned to Wang Mang and said:

"Fellow Taoist Wang Mang, please wait a moment."

Hearing this, Wang Mang nodded and stopped talking.

Seeing this, Yan Ling didn't pay too much attention.

After all, the two of them were not very familiar with each other.

As time passed, the man ran over in a hurry.

After handing over the origin of the world to Wang Mang, Yan Ling thought for a moment before speaking:

"Fellow Daoist Wang Mang, although you are powerful."

"But we should pay more attention to the Holy Son of the Starry Sky Ancient Clan."

"That guy has won the first place in the Endless Holy War for several times."
Chapter completed!