However, after Lin Zifeng's roar, the twelve people seemed completely oblivious to his voice.
Even though Lin Zifeng was standing right in front of them, they did not recognize him at all.
"How is it possible! How is it possible! Don't you remember me?" Lin Zifeng roared with reddened eyes.
"They are no longer who they used to be."
At this moment, the Twelve Eagles slowly parted to clear a way for a majestic middle-aged man.
"Romison!"
Lin Zifeng immediately recognized him.
"Long time no see, my Death God. How have you been?"
Heavenly Gate Mountain's Sect Leader Romison crossed his arms, smiling as he looked at him.
"If you were dead, perhaps I'd feel fine." Lin Zifeng's cold lips curled into a cruel sneer.
"Oh?!" Romison raised his sharp eyebrows slightly and said with a smile, "If you can come within five steps of me, my life is yours to take. However, I'm afraid you won't be able to make it those five steps."
"Are you threatening me?" Lin Zifeng's eyes glinted fiercely.
