His gaze slowly swept over the thirteen Zhao Family disciples before him.
There was no doubt.
They were all experts at the Peak of Martial Disciple Twelfth Layer. No one would have expected the low-profile Zhao Family to possess such a powerful lineup.
SWISH SWISH SWISH!
In an instant.
The thirteen disciples, led by Zhao Long, scattered, taking up strange positions to surround Chen Han.
"Kid, be careful! This is an Array!"
Emperor Yu's voice suddenly rang in his mind.
"Don't underestimate this Array. When they combine their strength, they can focus all their Power and unleash it as one!"
An Array?
Chen Han slowly narrowed his eyes. No wonder these people were so brazen.
BOOM—
In that instant, an oppressive force materialized out of thin air, and the surrounding atmosphere began to faintly distort. This pressure, like a mountain peak, suddenly descended from the sky, pressing down heavily on Chen Han.
"Chen Han, you're dead!"
Zhao Long sneered at Chen Han.
