"You didn't pass the trial. You are not allowed to enter here!" the twelve figures simultaneously said, their voices gloomy and ethereal.
Zhao Fu ignored those people and walked forwards.
Swish, swish, swish…
The twelve figures simultaneously acted, turning into black shadows, coming within 100 meters of Zhao Fu in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Fu held the Emperor Killing Sword as he stood still and looked at the incoming figures. There was a trace of disdain on his face as he slashed out, sending out a massive blood-red crescent.
The twelve figures were greatly startled and quickly retreated, narrowly escaping Zhao Fu's attack. They had greatly underestimated his power.
The 12 figures were now serious and spread out to surround Zhao Fu. They gave off powerful auras and stabbed their weapons into the ground. Black auras flowed into the ground, creating twelves points on the ground that seemed to call out to each other.