Chapter 2000

At the Northern Territory, a group of troops in dark uniforms charged toward Arlo and Arlan from the south. "I don't think so." Arlo looked over at the source of the sound. "Who are you?" “General of the Southern Territory, Artoile Golde.” "General of the Western Territory, Harlan Jaanson." "General of the Eastern Territory, Caspian Fields." Laughing maniacally, Arlo said, "I was wondering who it was! It’s just a bunch of trash!" He then flew into the sky. He was a cultivator at the peak stage of the Profound Oriental Realm. He would never take these insignificant Wardens seriously. "In that case, what about me?" A voice came from a distance. Francis was swordriding toward them. "Francis?" "Ha, you remember me!" Arlo and Arlan looked at the army in front of them warily. The next moment, Arlo broke out into crazy laughter again. His laughter echoed throughout the desolate Northern Territory. "Look who's there!" Everyone looked in the direction of Arlo’s finger. Someone w