Golden Generation leaves the stage

Right at this moment, another person came over.

Though Yang Yihuan, Feng Miaoling, and He Luo had come from different directions, they had arrived at practically the same time.

"Yi, where is Ling Han?" Their eyes swept over them, and asked at the first instant.

In their eyes, Ling Han was their strongest competitor. Thus, their hearts jolted when they didn't see Ling Han at all.

Ding Shu and the others all pointed at the palace.

As expected!

Yang Yihuan and the others all sighed. They had spent some time to break through to the Venerate Tier, but in the end, they still couldn't catch up to Ling Han even if they tried their best.

'Hmm?'

In the distant skies, a great many people were presently rushing over.

One, two, three, four… there were about thirty of them.

Imperial Son Ming, Imperial Son Tian, Golden Generations, and a few Silver Generations.