"Li Mingxuan's life aura... has vanished!"
At that moment, every Pioneer within the Spirit Association felt a chill run through their hearts.
Li Mingxuan had already been the strongest among them. Who could possibly have killed him?!
In an instant,
they saw a figure slowly emerge from the Back Mountain beyond the forest, amid the golden tide.
The man wore a black robe and walked at an unhurried pace. Golden light rimmed his body, giving him an almost sacred air.
He slowly approached the Spirit Association.
His dark eyes calmly swept over them, his gaze icy enough to make them feel as though they had fallen into an ice cellar.
He had come from the direction where Li Mingxuan's aura had disappeared... Could he have been the one who acted?
Was he an expert sent by the Spirit Association?!
That thought surfaced in many minds, but rather than making them more nervous, it brought them relief.
If he had been sent by the Spirit Association, then he might not necessarily be against them.
The reason was simple.
Everyone knew that the Undertaker was gone. Whoever gained the acknowledgment of the Gold Attribute Throne would become the next Undertaker, perhaps even the next president of the Spirit Association.
In this new era, strength reigned supreme.
Who did not want to become stronger?
Who could claim they held not the slightest desire for the Throne? Anyone who said they did not crave power was a hypocrite.
Since the Pioneers had managed to seize a path toward evolution amid this Great World Change, none of them were the sort to lie down and wait for death.
Since they had all come to vie for the Throne, why clash? They only needed to see whom the Throne chose in the end.
Their minds raced,