Heavenly Modest Palace

"Jian Yi, Yin Su'er, do you think that you have won? You two have underestimated me."

Blood Thunder King's eyes were blood-red, he looked like he had lost his mind. A weird smile crept into the corner of his mouth.

The smile gave an impression like he was a bloodthirsty beast.

"Mr. Chen Kong, come out."

Blood Thunder King's voice echoed throughout Bane City and between heaven and earth.

Jian Wushuang and Yin Su'er looked sullen, they had a bad feeling about what was about to happen.

Sure enough, after Blood Thunder King shouted, more than a dozen figures came charging in from the distant void.

All of those more than a dozen figures were dressed in black robes, with an unusually powerful aura. There were a total of twelve of them.