Xu Qing instinctively recalled the Golden Man buried beneath the temple of Celestial Lord General, the eighth seat of the Twelve Gates, and now there was also a Golden Man in the Death City controlled by Ghost Law.
"Twelve Golden Men, Twelve Gatekeepers..."
Xu Qing watched the Golden Armor Divine General gradually falling into a disadvantage, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter.
To which camp do these Twelve Golden Men belong? What exactly was the purpose of the founding Emperor forging these Golden Men two thousand years ago?
As Xu Qing was pondering this enigma, suddenly, a brilliant golden light surged from the underground of the Death City.
The ground beneath Xu Qing's feet also began to churn and surge; the ashes and sand became raging quicksand, while the tombstones soaring up from the ground turned into solitary boats and floating wood in the flood, and the entire Death City was undergoing an earth-shaking mutation!