Twenty-four figures rapidly took shape.
Each radiated a different wave of pressure.
Han Wu could clearly sense that these twenty-four figures were not mass-produced goods summoned into being, but individual entities.
They even possessed distinct thoughts of their own.
"Never thought the one coming to challenge the altar this time wouldn't be an army, but a greenhorn!" A figure carrying a massive axe spoke in a rough voice.
The moment he spoke, his form became incomparably clear, no different from a physical body. He was a blue-skinned barbarian. The aura emanating from him had already reached the peak of the Plane Level Unity Stage.
"Anyone capable of entering the imperial secret realm is no mediocrity. Let me, the Fran Empire's first captain of the guards, test your strength." A blond elf holding a shortsword and shield spoke, then charged directly at him.
Han Wu decisively revealed the Heart Blade and swung it at the blond elf, unleashing Myriad Blade Intent.
This move surprised the blond elf somewhat, but he did not halt.
He lightly tapped his shield with his shortsword, producing waves of piercing echoes.
The Myriad Blade Intent dissipated the instant it touched those echoes, as though it had never existed.
"You are a disciple of Iron Blade River!" The blond elf made his judgment based on the secret technique Han Wu had unleashed.
"You guess!" Han Wu swung the Heart Blade again.
This time, however, what he released was not Myriad Blade Intent, but the improved Despair Blade Intent.
The terrifying Despair Blade Intent slammed straight into the blond elf's shield, erupting in a tremendous roar.
The blond elf himself was knocked back several steps by the blow, yet he was not injured.
Instead, the fighting spirit on his face only grew stronger.
He rose to his feet