C1030 Sworn submission

In the air around Han Yan, nearly ninety Primordial Spirits floated. All of them had their cultivations sealed, unable to move.

When Guo Jian and the others saw these Primordial Gods, their faces greatly changed. Wang Mang cried out involuntarily, "How is this possible?! It's impossible for you to kill them in such a short amount of time."

Han Yan laughed coldly