Leng Tieya shook his head.
These were twelve Death Warriors, and Death Warriors with Heavenly Demon cultivation at that.
Deploying twelve Death Warriors at once showed just how desperate they truly were.
Yet for the Ghost Bone Sect to possess twelve Death Warriors, it truly could not be underestimated.
As a member of the Devil Race, he understood the Devil Race's view of death deeply.
Outsiders could never understand the Devil Race's attitude toward death; they would find it far too contradictory.
They feared death, yet they did not fear death.
They would not lightly seek death.
So long as there was a sliver of hope, they would refuse to die. They would fight desperately to survive, striving to reach a higher realm and become a Great Heavenly Demon, thereby preserving the memories of this life.
Yet they were not afraid of death either.
When truly faced with certain death, they would calmly go to their deaths. It was merely a trip through the Devil Abyss; eighteen years later, they would be a fine man again.
These twelve Death Warriors all possessed Heavenly Demon cultivation. Their chances of becoming Great Heavenly Demons were greater, so they should have been even more unwilling to die.
Yet they had become Death Warriors.
This showed how formidable the Ghost Bone Sect's control over them was.
His figure flickered, and he appeared behind six Ghost Bone Sect experts in one direction.
Soundlessly, his sword light flashed like a white rainbow, lightly sweeping across their necks.
The heads of two Ghost Bone Sect experts rolled away. They lost their lives without even realizing it.
The remaining four experts abruptly sensed danger. Turning to glare at him, they thrust out both palms. Eight palm imprints condensed in midair into a single palm imprint that shot toward