"Ling Tian, I'm afraid today will be your funeral!" Shouted an injured middle-aged man while laughing loudly after seeing the appearance of twelve men in black.
These twelve men in black were different from everyone else. They wore masks that were decorated with dragons design, and they exuded a cold aura as well as a stormy atmosphere that made it clear to everyone that all of them were battle-hardened veterans.
"The Twelve Pillar of the Yan Empire!" One of the elders of the Heavenly Demon Sect murmured in shock after seeing them: " This is the last and most powerful lines of defense of the Yan Empire, the twelve disciples of the Yan Empire's Martial Saint!"
It seemed like the Yan Empire had come prepared with their most powerful cards. They wanted to deal with the Heavenly Demon Sect in one fell swoop.
"The Twelve Pillars?" Ling Tian laughed and asked: "You guys think they can stop me by themselves?"
