No wonder... no wonder that even Skyraiser Douluo Yun Ming, a genius of unparalleled brilliance and the acknowledged Number One Person Under Heaven, had never dared to seek revenge against Ha Luosa after his teacher fell!
So... this was his true strength?
Then didn't that mean... he was even stronger than Yun Ming at his peak?!
Just as Zhang Geyang's mind reeled and his convictions nearly collapsed, the twelve gray gates behind Ha Luosa swung fully open.
From those doors, which seemed to connect to the source of death itself, came heavy, synchronized footsteps as twelve figures emerged.
They were twelve figures entirely covered in incomparably heavy, savage-looking black-gray armor.
The armor sealed them so tightly that not a single gap could be seen. Only at their eyes flickered two points of dark-blue ghostly light, trembling like will-o'-wisps.
Faint gray currents coiled out from the gaps in their armor like living creatures.
In their left hands, they held enormous shields. The shields were not of any ordinary design, but shaped like twisted, ferocious monster heads. Every shield bore a different monster head, radiating an aura of bloodlust and brutality.
In their right hands, they gripped broad greatswords as wide as doors, their edges glinting with the icy radiance of death.
Each of them stood over four meters tall. Combined with that mountain-heavy armor, merely standing there gave off an overwhelming pressure as though even space itself would be crushed.
Yet what made Zhang Geyang's scalp tingle and his soul tremble most was that beneath the feet of all twelve Death Knights shone halos of different colors, yet equally intricate and profound.
There were crimson halos that radiated extreme bloodlust and fluctuations that increased attack power.
There were deep-blue halos that rippled with surging Soul Power and accelerated recovery.
There were