The Twelve Earthly Branches Descend
"The Twelve Earthly Branches..."
He muttered those words softly.
His eyes brightened.
The Obsidian Wing had existed for countless years.
Its roots stretched across nations, hidden beneath layers of secrecy and influence.
Even members who had devoted decades of service knew only a fraction of its true strength.
Steffan himself wasn't an exception.
There were many hidden forces within the organization that even he had never met.
But one group was different.
Everyone knew their name.
The Twelve Earthly Branches.
A special force that answered only to the commands of the Patriarch Obsidian King.
No one else possessed the authority to mobilize them.
Each member of that squad was an elite among elites.
Every single one possessed at least the strength of the middle Gold Realm.
Even among the Old Martial Arts world, such experts could easily establish powerful households or dominate entire regions.
More terrifying still...
