Two hours later, the old man with a gray beard looked at the Heavenly Court mutated beings in front of him and frowned, "Why are there so few people?"
There was a slight commotion at the scene, with some people looking around in the crowd.
The Heavenly Court mutated beings that came were indeed fewer, only twenty or thirty people, not even a third of the total number.
"Heh!"
The old man with a gray beard, Feng Ming, laughed angrily, "In the end, everyone is harboring their own selfish intentions, thinking only of their own interests. Well, less people is less people, twenty or thirty are enough to get things done. Next, you will follow me to the Creation Array, to defend the first array, the Grand Macro Pass."
