A sudden and violent continuous shaking erupted from the ground!
Twelve Rakshasa Giants' eyes flashed with a strange red light, and grey mist billowed from their bodies. With heavy footsteps and an encircling momentum, they rushed madly towards the Human Clan cultivators.
The Rakshasa Giants, standing sixty to seventy zhang tall and resembling a continuous range of small mountains, kicked up a sky-high spiritual pressure that churned all the nearby yin energy incessantly, causing the hearts of the Human Clan cultivators, including Liu Ming, to shudder significantly!
In the air behind the Rakshasa Giants, a mysterious robed middle-aged man's hand-held wheel flashed with purple light, and on the green-purple surface of the twelve Rakshasa, a series of eerie black patterns began to emerge.
Immediately afterward, twelve soaring dark purple light columns rose from their bodies.
With a whoosh!
All the light columns burst open, revealing twelve huge and ferocious beast phantoms!