Chapter 1557: A Shout Splits 12 Saints, The Sword Cuts Off The Snake Woman's Voice

"Coming?"

The desolate plains were blanketed by yellow sand, and the mournful wind howled.

After his vision blurred several times, Kong Tong lowered his hand from rubbing his eyes, turned around, and shouted towards the chasm below:

"They've come!"

A rustle suddenly arose from around the plaque of the Fate Temple.

The higher void quickly contracted into a small circle, each person with their heart hung high, ready for a fierce battle.

The Twelve Holy Lords each leapt up onto the cliff's edge; their emotions paradoxically calm, someone made a move and asked:

"How many?"

Kong Tong rubbed his eyes again, peering into the sandstorm, confirmed he had not seen wrong, and yelled downward:

"Five."

Only five?

The higher void huddled around the plaque instantly felt a relief.

They had more than ten demi-saints here, were they afraid of their five Saint Servants?