Upon the solidified throne of bones, the Bone-Eroding Demon Lord slowly raised a skeletal hand wrapped in Soul Devouring Chains.
Every chain engraved upon those distinct finger bones bore ancient demonic runes, radiating a terrifying aura that devoured all things.
With merely that simple motion, the entire cavern space rippled like water struck by a stone, sending out layer upon layer of heart-chilling waves.
The boiling blood pool beneath the throne instantly fell silent. Countless wailing resentful souls seemed to have their throats seized by an invisible giant hand; they could not even whimper, leaving behind only frozen terror.
Old Ancestor Leixiao bore the brunt of it. He felt as though his Sword Heart had been frozen by ten thousand years of ice, while even the last spark of lightning upon his broken sword flickered on the verge of extinction.
The Lightning Immortal Essence that had circulated within him for tens of thousands of years now seemed to have sunk into a mire, unable even to maintain the most basic heavenly cycle.
He fiercely bit through his tongue, and the sharp pain and bloody taste forcibly tore him free from the bindings of that terrifying pressure.
He let out a hoarse roar, his voice carrying the resolve to perish together: "Everyone! He has completely awakened. There is no longer any chance of survival!
Rather than sit and wait for death, we might as well fight to the death! For the Spirit Realm, kill!"
Old Ancestor Leixiao's roar was like a firecracker igniting a fuse, instantly detonating the deathly silence within the cavern.
"Kill!"
"Let's risk it all!"
"The survival of the Spirit Realm rests on this one move!"
The Tianyuan Holy Land, the Jiuxiao Holy Land, the Six Elders of Xuanming—all the surviving loose immortals of the Spirit Realm saw