"What is that thing?"
Shi Potian and the others below had also spotted the enormous figure lurking within the spatial rift, hidden behind the surging demonic qi.
By rough estimate, it stood over a hundred zhang tall. Even though only a single crimson horn was exposed, with wisps of aura leaking from it, the shock it dealt everyone was beyond words.
Everyone present came from the Nine Regions of the Southwest, so they were naturally no strangers to the legends of the Abyss. Once one cultivated to a certain realm, contact with it was unavoidable.
In their common understanding, the Abyss was a desolate forbidden land fraught with peril. Since ancient times, no one knew how many had entered never to return.
Yet such a place actually contained living creatures—and creatures this powerful at that. It had already gone beyond the bounds of their understanding.
"Crack, crack."
The ring condensed by the formation let out brittle sounds as though it could no longer bear the strain, while the trembling of space grew increasingly violent.
The ring, which should have been continuously shrinking, began to expand under the influence of that enormous creature. The narrow spatial rift in the sky was also gradually forced open before the horrified eyes of the crowd.
The change was slight, but the lowest cultivation among those present was Golden Core Stage. Their senses were exceptionally keen; even the faintest alteration could not possibly escape their eyes.
This spatial rift had existed until now without ever undergoing any change.
It was only because that figure wanted to come out that it had been forced open—and it was doing so against the sealing power jointly unleashed by all of them.
Moreover, they had not sensed any fluctuations of dharma power or the Power of Law from the