Before long, the black clouds came closer, and everyone could finally see that, within these black clouds, stood countless silver-armored cultivators with solemn expressions and formidable cultivation. The formation seemed to have no less than a thousand people.
At the forefront was a middle-aged man with a resolute face and a tall, imposing figure, exuding an aura of authority. Clad in gold helmet and golden armor that was dazzlingly bright, his cultivation was even more unfathomable.
Zhu Kuang was already trembling with fear but still forced himself to fly up and respectfully said, "I am Zhu Kuang, the Prefecture Master of Myriad Realms Mansion. May I ask what brings your esteemed self to my territory?"
The middle-aged man in gold armor gave Zhu Kuang a cursory glance and said plainly, "Golden Feather Guard of the Temple's South Sect, ordered to search for remnants of the Hua Clan!"
Zhu Kuang only heard the first part of the sentence before involuntarily taking a deep breath.
