C922 The Winged Clan Interfered

Who's there?

The abrupt peals of maniacal laughter caught Feng Li off guard, and simultaneously, the ghost race mutant's complexion shifted. He quickly commanded his six Ghost Slaves to regroup at his side. Narrowing his crimson eyes, he cast a cold, sweeping glance toward the mountain's higher reaches.

Atop the peak, a towering, muscular figure stood with a taunting smirk