C1474 Supporting the Battle

Dadada!

The Ninth Elder slowly walked onto the arena with his crutch.

A strong intent of death was emitted from his body, and he could sense it even from a distance.

Fatty Di Long opened his mouth wide and said with a hideous smile, "Old man, I heard that many of your Northern Sea Dragon Clan have died this time. What a pity."

The Ninth Elder leaned on his cane and fell silent