"Whoosh!" Jiang Ye's figure, like a bolt of lightning, charged deeper into the hall, spear in hand.
Ahead of him, a large group of black-clad martial artists wielding shields and swords formed a heavy defensive formation.
Clearly, they had been informed of Jiang Ye and the others infiltrating the Underground Fortress, and were well-prepared here.
"Ignorant humans," muttered one of them, a short-haired man marked with dark patterns, his eyes filled with rage.
"To offend Divine Concealment will be your most regrettable decision!"
"Kill him!" the short-haired man growled lowly.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, over a dozen shadowy figures charged toward Jiang Ye to kill him; all were powerhouses in the late period of the First Break.
Extremely fast.
They had all integrated the characteristics of the Shadow Race, and in merely a moment, they had vanished into the shadow behind Jiang Ye.
"Swoosh!" Murderous intent erupted!
