Anyone who saw this result would tremble in their hearts. Such a powerful group of individuals advancing together—this was clearly the ultimate evolution of precious symbols, working together to kill Shi Hao.
Even a single one of these beings appearing would be enough to dominate the world and look down upon their peers. Now, there were four of them. How could anyone resist?
Black mist surged, enveloping the three-thousand ancient paths and filling the area with icy coldness and murderous intent. The four mighty adversaries approached step by step, their aura utterly shocking.
They revealed their true forms—not clad in bronze armor like those seen before. Instead, some wore feather cloaks, while others were draped in iron armor riddled with holes, all vividly lifelike.
Their eyes glimmered—not the dull, lifeless gaze one might expect. Their pupils opened and closed with astonishing brilliance, as if they still possessed life.
