The instant those four figures appeared, the air across the battlefield seemed to freeze.
Their presence exerted a terrifying pressure, utterly different from that of the Shrine Guard.
If the Shrine Guard were a pack of well-trained wolves,
then these four were true prehistoric beasts standing at the very top of the food chain!
Yue Xiaofei's pupils abruptly contracted.
He could clearly sense the terrifying aura emanating from each of them, as weighty as a mountain and as vast as the deep sea.
Every one of them was infinitely close to becoming an S-Level Transcendent!
The four stood in four different directions, cutting off every escape route for the Reverse Scale squad.
To the east.
An old man stood in a white swordsmanship uniform and wooden sandals, an ancient tachi hanging at his waist.
He looked at least eighty, his face covered in wrinkles and his eyes half closed, as though deep in meditation.
Yet simply standing there, he resembled a peerless blade already drawn from its sheath, its edge so sharp that no one dared look directly at him.
He was the living legend of Eastern Japanese Swordsmanship, the Sword God hailed as a once-in-a-century genius-Miyamoto Yuichiro!
To the south.
A middle-aged man stood in a hunting robe and a tall eboshi hat, holding a white folding fan.
He had handsome features and a refined bearing, with even the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.
But his eyes were as deep as the starry sky, as though they could see through every illusion in the world.
He was the current head of the Abe Family, Eastern Japan's most mysterious school of onmyoji, the Grand Onmyoji said to communicate with demons and spirits-Abe no Seimei!
To the west.
A figure was shrouded entirely in black stealth clothing, leaving