Black Iron City's west gate.
Three streaks of escape light hovered in the air, level with Black Iron City's gate tower.
At that moment, Liu Youfang, Tongtong, the Three Kings, and the other senior figures of Black Iron City stood atop the gate tower.
Through the City-Protecting Grand Formation, they gazed at the three figures, their eyes involuntarily growing grave, as though facing a formidable enemy.
Within the escape light outside the city stood a bald, burly man nine feet tall, with thick brows and fierce eyes.
A lean, middle-aged Daoist with a pale, beardless face and sunken eyes.
And a beautiful young woman in a black gauze dress, tall and voluptuous, her hair piled high.
All three casually emanated powerful fluctuations of the power of profound meaning and a trace of domain might.
Even Liu Youfang, who had advanced to the late True Saint Realm, felt tremendous pressure. These were unmistakably three Saint Warrior level experts.
Liu Youfang was no stranger to these three.
The bald, burly man was none other than Red Gold City's City Lord, Lei Qianjun.
The middle-aged Daoist was Nether Abyss City's City Lord, Daoist Qingxuan.
The beautiful woman was Biting Wind City's City Lord, Ling Wanshuang.
Of late, the scouts he had planted in the Three Cities had monitored their troop movements day and night, so that defenses could be prepared in advance.
Yet he had never imagined that the City Lords of these three main cities would personally come to Black Iron City.
His scouts naturally could not track Saint Warrior experts.
Though there were only three of them, the pressure they brought surpassed the Three Sects' thousands of troops and horses.
At that moment, the three figures outside the city surveyed Black Iron City.
They sensed the astonishing energy fluctuations released by