Four Golden Body Level ghosts were immensely intimidating; ordinary soldiers on the walls felt oppressed merely by looking at them, experiencing chest tightness and shortness of breath.
With an air of composure, left official stood with his hands clasped behind his back, hundreds of meters away from the city walls, the intention to provoke a battle clear.
In their own world, where might was innate, summoning challenges and dueling heroes had always been popular, a common occurrence in all lands.
The cold wind of early spring carried a few leaves, contributing to a somewhat heavy atmosphere. Everyone believed a world-class battle was imminent, waiting anxiously.
But the four ghosts stared at each other, large eyes to small, and half a day passed without any of them making a move.
Because they knew—Left official's leisure at this moment was actually the composure of someone who had seen through life and death.
Whoever acted rashly would surely invite mutual destruction!
