Garion's group had not even reached Vornak Planet yet when several powerful auras suddenly rose from below.
A moment later, more than a dozen figures shot through the atmosphere like black meteors.
BOOOOM!
They stopped in front of Garion's group, each one standing in space with heavy bodies, rough armor, and brutal pressure leaking from their flesh.
Unlike normal cultivators who relied on flowing mana or refined techniques, these warriors felt like moving mountains wrapped in skin.
The warrior at the front was a bald man with dark iron-like skin and scars covering half his face.
His eyes swept across Garion, Feron, Dahlia, Arden, Mersha, Valtor, Seira, Iris, Varka, Loraine, and Erlin before his expression turned cold.
"Who are you people?" he asked, his voice rumbling through space. "How dare you come to Vornak World without permission?"
Garion did not answer immediately.
He simply looked at Feron.
