Ten thousand people, a full ten thousand with some change to spare.
Seeing the vast crowd, everyone was shocked, all with bizarre expressions as they looked at Yang Zhen.
"Hey, brothers, are you all doing alright?"
Yang Zhen waved his hand and greeted the group of practitioners in front of him.
"Savior, we're doing fine!"
"Brother Yang, we're good."
"Young friend Yang, this old man has missed you so much."
The crowd shouted repeatedly, excitement painted on every face, creating a roaring wave of voices that rose to the heavens.
Shaking Light Saint Master and others exchanged puzzled looks, while the empresses from Su Emperor Palace also showed shock.
These people did not possess high cultivation, but there was a significant number of strong beings from the Saint Realm. It was evident that they all carried a fierce aura about them as if they had all died once.
"Who are all these people?" The Third Saintess showed a surprised expression, turning her head to ask Yang Zhen.
