Chapter 1674

About one and a half miles away, eight Westerners with long golden locks and wearing silver armor walked over steadily. Each of them carried a huge sword on their backs. The leader was an old man with white hair and a beard. He appeared to be around 70 or 80 years old. Suddenly, the old man stopped and raised his hand to signal the others to halt. "There are people ahead..." "Are they our people or Drakonians?" The young man beside him looked eager. Another one of their reasons for entering the secret realm this time was to kill Drakonian cultivators. It was not just to seek treasures. They would receive a handsome reward for each Drakonian cultivator they killed. Several of them even took out pinhole cameras and hung them on their chests. These were devices they used to record the killings of Drakonian cultivators. The old man said in a deep voice, "They're Drakonians, and their strength is formidable!" Upon hearing this, the group became more excited instead of feeling afraid.