As the cries echoed, black shadows slowly emerged from the darkness, drawing closer to Wang Yan and the others.
Wang Yan and Duobao halted and stood there, watching coldly as the crowd approached.
Once the oncoming group was clearly visible, Duobao pouted slightly, snorted, and remarked, "I thought the personal guard would be terrifying, but they're merely at the level of Demon Saint."
Indeed, there were over three thousand of them, and the highest cultivation level was only Demon Saint Great Perfection.
Duobao was at Demon Saint Great Perfection himself, and relying on his powerful magical treasures, he didn't regard anyone below that level highly.
Three thousand opponents were insignificant to him, even if there were thirty thousand.
Duobao turned to Wang Yan and said, "Marshal, let me take care of them."
Wang Yan nodded and said, "Be careful, their cultivation may be low, but their standing positions are peculiar, hinting at an array formation. Be cautious."
