C2222 Spirit Race Disciple

The moment Ye Xiao's words fell, gusts of wind that tore through the air suddenly sounded sharply in the sky. In the next moment, twenty over clan disciples with vicious expressions appeared in front of Ye Xiao and the rest.

The young man in white was in the lead, and his entire body was surrounded by dense white light. A trace of a vicious aura made even Ye Xiao slightly narrow his eyes