"The four Judges... I've finally found you!"
Bu Fang fixed his eyes at the four figures floating over the valley. Powerful energy swirled around them, and their blood-red robes flapped noisily in the wind. Their eyes were full of cold murderous looks as they watched the massacre down below in the valley with a smile.
Suddenly, one of the Judges seemed to have sensed something. He frowned, narrowed his eyes, and turned his gaze to where Bu Fang was.
"Oh?!"
Crackle!
There seemed to be lightning arcs smashing into one another in midair as Bu Fang's gaze and the Judge's gaze met.
"What a familiar look..." the Judge murmured.
The other Judges around him turned around and looked curiously at him.
"What is it, Blood Three?" they asked.
"Look over there..." The Judge, Blood Three, pointed a finger at the mountaintop, where Bu Fang was standing just now.