A Duel

In the present, in front of the Heavenly Pillar that was faintly visible and hidden in nihility, twelve Heavenly Generals suddenly appeared. 

Each of them was clad in a gold armor and silver helmet that gleamed with a splendor that rendered the sun and moon lightless. They were fanned out around the Heavenly Pillar. 

Regardless of how great their actual powers were, they had at least made quite an impression with their outward appearance.

Although Fang Ning had previously been speaking in such a powerful and resonating manner, he still felt a sense of fear at this moment. After all, he had always been an ordinary guy.

He secretly sent a telepathic message to his two other partners before they vanished, one after another.

This was the advantage of having the backing of a greater power — they had more room for maneuvering.