Night Falcon's voice was soft, yet it echoed clearly through this shattered void.
The Black General's hand seal paused slightly, and a trace of astonishment flashed through his deep eyes.
He looked at Night Falcon as if reassessing this young man who was already at the end of his strength yet had spoken such words.
"Hidden strength?" the Black General said slowly, a hint of amusement in his tone.
"At this point, you're still boasting? Your spiritual power is clearly exhausted, and seventy to eighty percent of the meridians in your body have been damaged. What are you going to fight with?"
Night Falcon did not answer.
He merely slowly closed his eyes.
The next moment, his mind sank into the deepest part of his dantian. There, an ancient-looking rune floated quietly—the Darkness Ancestral Symbol.
This supreme treasure, personally refined by his true self, had remained half-asleep ever since he entered the Black Heaven Ancient Clan, occasionally releasing a trace of origin power to help him repel enemies.
But no one had ever known that deep within this Ancestor Talisman, energy had been accumulated through his absorption over the past three years, little by little, day after day!
That was the trump card Night Falcon had sealed within it, prepared for a critical moment!
"Ancestor Talisman... open!"
Night Falcon shouted inwardly!
Boom!
An indescribably terrifying aura erupted from the depths of his Sovereign Sea!
It was like a giant beast that had slept for ten thousand years suddenly awakening, like magma buried deep underground erupting violently. In an instant, it smashed through every remaining shackle in his body!
Night Falcon's originally pale-as-paper complexion recovered its rosy color at a visible speed!
Under the washing of that vast energy, his damaged meridians healed and reformed at an inconceivable speed, becoming even