C598 Thirteen Palms of the Wolf Tiger

A loud laughter was heard. The people of Thorn Mercenaries and Star Starlight Mercenary Group were startled.

Zhan Tianming's brows were slightly knitted. His eyes swept across the distant sky.

A dozen black dots appeared in the distant sky. In just a few breaths' time, the dots had enlarged, revealing the silhouettes of more than a dozen Bird Race cultivators