Divine Soul Power

"We're surrounded."

Countless ripples surged through the vast sea of trees from all directions toward the group.

Suddenly, shadowy figures shot into the air from beneath the forest.

They were all dressed in fitted black clothing, wore white masks, and carried long blades.

"Every one of them has the strength of a Lesser World Lord!" Eileen immediately judged from the auras emanating from the black-clad figures.

"They're just minor grunts, aren't they?" Edward said.

"Don't underestimate these minor grunts. Their leader is definitely no weakling. And if we're already encountering enemies this powerful out in the wilderness, the enemies inside their city will only be stronger," Hai Xiaosheng warned.

"Then what do we do now? Just sit here and wait to die?" Liu Xian asked.

If they chose to fight, they could wipe out this entire group of black-clad men without leaving a single piece behind.

But they had now entered the Eternal Land, the garden behind the gods. Once the flames of war were lit, it would likely lead to endless slaughter.

Hai Xiaosheng was more experienced in handling situations like this. After all, conquering Rule Realms was what he did best.

He hurriedly put on a friendly expression and said to the circle of black-clad men around them, "We were sucked in by the Death Abyss. We didn't intentionally trespass into this area."

As soon as he finished speaking, a black-clad man wearing a crooked rabbit-face mask flew out from the forest below.

The other black-clad men wore only plain white masks, while this man wore a rabbit mask. He was clearly different from the rest and was very likely their leader.

At the same time, everyone noticed that the blade in the leader's hand was distinctly different from those carried by the other black-clad men. The crooked