Even if the average person didn't recognize Bason, Ana had heard about him long before.
The central figure among the 13 warriors, donning deep red monk robes with a bald head, was none other than Bason who was ranked 68th on the global Ancient Martial Rankings.
Ana had anticipated the Rose family to dispatch formidable individuals, but she never imagined they would send a Supreme Martial Imperial, let alone accompanied by 12 Martial Imperials.
The sheer might of these 13 individuals could annihilate any country worldwide, except for Darsia, Amelicon, and Beloski.
"Run! Run now, head toward Darsia's borders. They probably won't dare to pursue you within Darsia. Hurry, or it'll be too late!" Ana blurted out tensely.
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