C1207 Even the Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals Could Hurt Me!(1)

The cold voice of the Heavenly Cloud Sect Master echoed throughout the grand hall. After conveying a few instructions through a communication artifact, ten silhouettes made their entrance.

The assembly was momentarily taken aback at the sight of a middle-aged man donned in a python robe, but they quickly composed themselves and bowed in unison to both the Sect Master and the distinguished guest