The man in red murmured, seemingly lost in memories.
His appearance blocked the way of the eight people. They could neither advance nor retreat. However, they all held the same thought.
Absolutely not to be the one to provoke him.
If an ordinary soldier could compete with a cultivator at the Kalpa Passing Stage, the power of a general was blatantly obvious. And judging by his imposing presence, he was definitely not just a puppet.
The group of eight stood still as the man in red paused his reminiscence and turned to face them.
His crimson eyes were as still as an ancient well. They lingered on Lu Bei, Kui Mu Lang, and Lou Jingou. He clapped his hands and said, "Interesting. Since you were the ones who woke me up, it's only fair you keep me entertained for a while."
This was a language they hadn't heard before, seemingly a monster script.
Lu Bei could not tell. He silently positioned himself behind Di Tu He.
This time, Di Tu He was a step slow.
