The voice was so sudden that Yang An was taken aback when he heard it.
'These figures...'
He looked over.
The dozen or so figures that appeared were just like the ones he had just slain. Their faces were completely invisible, and their entire bodies were pitch-black, as if shrouded in shadow.
At the same time, Yang An couldn't sense any aura from them, making it impossible to judge their Cultivation Level and strength.
But the voice that reached his ears sounded rather strange.
It had an awkward quality, like an imitation of a human voice, and sounded somewhat stiff. Moreover, the direction the voice came from didn't seem to match the direction the figures had arrived from.
'Golden Sword Sect?'
He had never heard of any Golden Sword Sect.
'Could there be Sects in the Xian Origin Land? Are these figures the original inhabitants of this Lower World?'
