Advanced Ultimate Mages Approaching the Imperial City

"Yes, Young Master."

The few ultimate mages quickly nodded in agreement.

Thus, the group left the hillside, bypassed the Sword Scar Lake, and headed towards the imperial city.

At the same time, a few figures came to the side of the Sword Scar Lake on the other side.

"Master, it's the people from the White Moon Palace."

The one who spoke was an old man in a black robe.

The one who was addressed as Master was a 30-year-old man who wore black a robe with gold edging. His eyes appeared extremely cold.

"Frank, I hope that he won't interfere with my plans. Otherwise, I'll let him know how powerful I am," the master, Fettney, said with a cold smile.

They were both human geniuses from the New World. Naturally, there was competition between them. Moreover, it was extremely intense. Everyone wanted to surpass the other party.

"Master, what should we do next?" the black-robed elder asked.