"Good kid! Your reaction is unexpectedly quick!"
A cold rebuke echoed.
Swoosh swoosh swoosh...
Following that, twelve black-robed cultivators swept out from the forest, each emitting a sinister aura, their faces obscured, revealing only their eyes.
The speaker was a thin man, likely the leader of this group.
"The people from the Soul Devouring Hall!"
Lin Feng's eyebrows twitched slightly.
The aura was all too familiar, from Blood Robe Beast Tamers to Black Robe Poison Masters; it must be the result of practicing the same cultivation technique.
The leading cultivator sneered and said, "You are quite clever to guess our identities, but no matter how smart you are, today you can't escape with wings attached; this place will be your graveyard!"
"Heh... Is that so? With just the twelve of you, you still can't kill me," Lin Feng said calmly.
The leading cultivator sneered back, "Still so arrogant at death's door."
