Behind them were thousands of blood-armored and blood-robed battle cultivators, each with a cold and indifferent expression, exuding a strong murderous aura. Wherever they went, it felt like a dark cloud pressing down, displaying extraordinary momentum.
They weren't cultivators from the Holy Wave Large Region but from the Imperial City. They were the guards that the Seventh Prince had brought with him back then.
Each of them rode on a black giant lizard covered in armor. As they got closer to the county capital, a domineering and destructive intent spread out from them.
Among the ten thousand cultivators, there was a tall canopy held high, and beneath it, a white flying elephant was particularly conspicuous.
Sitting on the white elephant was a middle-aged man in armor. His appearance was ordinary but when he opened and closed his eyes, a sharp and cold light flashed past.