Chapitre 887: Thirteen Axes

"Lords of the 13 axe, whatever orders you have please speak." The black bearded old man was apprehensive within. His appearance however was still strong and proud as he shouted.

"Syrun family?" A soft voice resounded from the 13 demons standing before them. The leader said, "Hand over the armor from the ancient ruins, we'll spare your lives."

The black bearded old man stared.

"Run!" The black bearded old man's expression was struggling as he communicated to his team.

Rumble!

The entire team seemed like they were prepared, immediately the group of sky levels (universe level) madly rushed in all directions. Large amounts of the ground level swiftly flew and fled too, be it climbing the mountains or following along the path backwards. The skinny man Manhat too followed the pack backwards.