Eastern Eighth Heaven.
When Xiang Yu, Han Xin, Huo Qubing, Yue Fei, and Yu Qian passed by a certain Death Star, they all stopped in their tracks.
"Come out!"
Xiang Yu gazed ahead, the Overlord Spear in his hand stabbing fiercely, shattering a large expanse of void, forcing the hidden figures into the open.
They were uniformly dressed in black robes, hiding their faces, leaving only cold, merciless eyes, wielding various weapons, emanating a monstrous aura.
"Humans?"
"It seems you're all members of 'Brocade'!"
Xiang Yu glanced around, his pupils slightly constricting, not surprised by the enemies' strength, but shocked by their numbers.
There were thousands of them.
And the lowest cultivation level was Luo Tianxian, with several carrying the aura of an Immortal Emperor.
This was a considerable force, purely in terms of peak combat power, it was not weaker than a command of fate.
This showed how terrifying the infiltration of the 'Brocade' was within the human race.
"Kill!"
