chapter 282 Being of the same generation as me is the tragedy of being a genius

After these five figures appeared, they stood on the top of a mountain in this small plane.

The middle-aged man holding a magical sword was dressed in black. He said expressionlessly, "I never expected that a 'Holy Relic Land' would appear in the Eastern Territory, which is the weakest among the four realms. It is full of opportunities. With the small plane of creation, how can we take advantage of them?"

"That's right, the luck of sanctification is scattered throughout...