The atmosphere suddenly grew somewhat grave.
Whenever a Demon God Level existence was involved, everything became extremely serious. There could be no room for wishful thinking.
The Blood God Clone stared fixedly at the Bone Throne atop the massive mountain, his Soul Power pushed to the limit.
If anything unexpected happened, he could only withdraw immediately.
Controlling the Bone Nightmare Demon Body was certainly important, but staying alive mattered more.
Would a Bone Spirit Race Demon God care whether he was a Blood Clan Blood Child? If it wanted to kill him, it would be no different from crushing an ant.
Besides, his relationship with the Bone Spirit Race was getting worse and worse. If one of their Demon God Level beings saw him pulling all sorts of tricks here, wouldn't it kill him on the spot?
Fortunately, after the Bone Throne condensed, it made no further movements.
The entire void space fell silent, deathly still.
The Blood God Clone quietly breathed a sigh of relief. His body slowly rose until he reached the summit of the massive mountain. He gazed at the Bone Throne, his eyes flickering.
The Bone Throne was covered in patterns, emanating a dark, deathly stillness along with that calamitous, ominous aura.
The aura was extraordinarily dense.
It was as if every trace of aura in this place had gathered upon the Bone Throne.
Moreover, the closer he drew to the Bone Throne, the more he could sense a supreme and peerless majesty, as though a terrifying Demon God were seated upon the throne before him!
It was precisely because of this feeling that he had been so wary earlier.
Who would believe that a mere Bone Throne could emit such an aura?
It would have been unreasonable not to be suspicious.
However, once he saw