Crack!
Crack!
Flesh and blood writhed across the black banner, spreading like a spiderweb until they swiftly covered the Golden Men from head to toe.
The Golden Men trembled all over, letting out inhuman roars.
Then, flesh and blood actually grew from them, changing their forms.
One Golden Man grew nine heads. Whenever its eyes opened and shut, the skies across hundreds of continents flickered between light and dark.
One Golden Man stood upon dragons and serpents, held dragons and serpents in its hands, and even wore dragons and serpents from its earlobes, glaring down at the four corners of the world.
Another Golden Man was wrapped in black streamers. These streamers were neither condensed from incense offerings nor forged from treasures, but were purely gathered water.
The twelve Golden Men were all different.
Yet every single Golden Man was more terrifying than before.
The Golden Man beneath the Princess had turned into a great snake from the waist down, while its upper body remained humanoid.
A massive Turning Wheel had appeared behind its head.
As the Turning Wheel revolved, phantoms of living beings being born, aging, falling ill, and dying appeared, along with scenes of reincarnation and rebirth.
Many giants, underworld experts, and reincarnation powerhouses in the distance stared fixedly at the Turning Wheel, their eyes gleaming.
They vaguely sensed that this thing seemed capable of allowing people to reincarnate.
But they also felt as though something was still missing.
After the twelve Golden Men became creatures of intertwined flesh, blood, and metal, primitive and ancient auras emerged from them.
Everyone instantly realized that there was something wrong with these Golden Men.
"Reincarnations of ancient creatures?"
"No wonder these Golden Men are so vicious."
"They are absolutely reincarnations of ancient creatures."
Everyone turned to look at the Princess in