At this moment, a figure flashed from the east and hugged Wang Zheng. The person who came was an old man, an old man with white hair and beard. "Those who hurt my tribe will die." The old man's voice was like thunder. He pressed down with his big hand and instantly turned into a thousand-foot-foot-sized palm, covering Yan Yin and the other two. The terrifying giant palm, like a giant mountain, pressed everyone's heart. The situation suddenly became critical. Because, the old man who appeared was the ancestor of the Wang family mentioned by Wang Zheng.