A violent wave of Qi swept through a region at the entrance of the sacred forest. Three shockwave explosions with the earth sounded simultaneously. Twelve young cultivators emerged floating in the air, observing that forest with surprised eyes. Suddenly, they narrowed their eyes and turned downward, where they saw three ogres rising again, covered in wounds as if nothing had happened.
In the same second, a frenzied and bloody aura emanated from them, engulfing the twelve. The air around them became heavy. Startled, everyone stared at those green figures; just looking into the eyes of those ogres made them feel like blood was rising in their throats.
Suddenly, over a hundred auras from all directions emerged, surrounding the twelve cultivators. All chosen to guard the entrance of the forest immediately joined; they were warriors who had fought for a century in a bloody and desperate battle. At the same instant, they all let their will to fight flow.
