"The wormhole passage is still one procedure away from being completely finalized. Lady Ming of Ming Clan is maintaining the array inside the channel. We must keep someone on guard here," said a Ming Clan man with three elongated, blood-red shells on his back, frowning.
"Hehe, then Brother Mingzhong will have to stay and guard the passage. We three will go out and stretch our muscles a bit." The sounds of battle from outside grew more frantic, and another Ming Clan man with black and white tentacles on his head licked his tongue and spoke thus.
Several Ming Clan leaders at the Tianjian level swiftly reached a consensus. After a joint roar towards the sky, they instantly transformed into three beams of light rushing towards the east, leaving only the Ming Clan man with the blood shells behind.
