The twelve Star Palace Masters, twelve peak Yin Realm experts, at least not weaker than Sesel, stood in mid-air, surrounding Ren Feng.
Ren Feng's expression remained remarkably calm, his clothes fluttering, and the Heaven-Slaying Sword floating beside him, its light dazzling like a supreme divine weapon.
Behind him, those hundreds of flying heads were waved by Ren Feng, sending them downwards.
The thirteen of them stood silently, as if frozen in time, while the sea below still shimmered, each wave seeming to shatter the reflection of the setting sun.
The sea breeze carried a moist and salty scent through the air, blowing past everyone, brushing against Ren Feng's hair, with a strand of fringe obscuring his view.
Almost instantly, the aura of the twelve exploded with a roar, twelve streams of Yin Realm energy soared into the sky, and they all made their move!
