C1537 Saint Messenger of the Netherworld(2)

"Who's up ahead? Stop right there. The Saint of the Nether World is here. Everyone, leave the ship and wait to be examined!"

A Martial Monarch in bronze armor spoke proudly at the bow of the giant tree. With a wave of his voice, the monarch aura swept across several dozen li in the air like a tidal wave, wrapping itself around the giant ship.

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