Hearing this, Wang Mang frowned in confusion, and a trace of curiosity flashed across his eyes.
"There are plenty of them in other worlds."
Wang Mang glanced at Abyss Xuanming beside him and replied casually.
Sure enough, this guy must be hiding something from me.
When he entered the courtyard of the abyss, Wang Mang felt a faintly discernible turbid Qi.
Coupled with the problem of the Abyss Xuanming, Wang Mang was even more certain that there was a problem.
Turbid Qi, Fiendish Qi, and Blood Qi were all related to the dead.
At the same time, these were the auras that Wang Mang was most familiar with.
In terms of killing, he had slaughtered an entire three worlds.
At this moment, Abyss Xuanming was beside Wang Mang.
When he heard Wang Mang's answer, his eyes suddenly lit up.
Looking at the Abyss Xuanming who was deep in thought, Wang Mang did not ask in the end.
The two of them, each with their own thoughts, were silent as they quickly rushed toward the ninth sub-clan.
