"Who do you think you are? Dare to judge and comment on our institute head?"
A sneering voice came from outside the door.
Dressed up, the Shadow Demon held the sacrificial scepter in both hands, with a wicked smile on his face and a pair of eyes that glinted coldly, as if choosing someone to devour, fixed intently on Yang Kun. Those icy words had just come from his mouth.
Thump, thump, thump!
Following the Shadow Demon, Zhang Ling and the others also closed in step by step.
Each step they took was in perfect unison.
Although there were more than a dozen of them, they moved as if they were one person.
The exact same movements and expressions.
Such precision sent a chill through the officials in the Golden Throne Hall, as well as the leaders of various factions who had come.