Deep within the desolate mountain range in the northwest region of the Central Continent.
Thick black mist, like an eternal curtain of night, shrouded this ominous land. Beneath it stood a massive palace built from countless bleached bones. Like the gaping maw of an abyss, it exuded a chilling aura that devoured souls. Soul Hall's Human Hall was located here.
Outside the hall, black mist churned as figures with frigid auras patrolled like phantoms. The defenses were airtight. Yet today, before absolute power, such tight security was utterly meaningless.
"Riiip—!"
A piercing sound like fabric being violently torn apart suddenly rang across the heavens! The space above Human Hall was forcibly ripped open by an overwhelmingly tyrannical power, creating a massive fissure! Three figures slowly stepped out from it.
The man in the lead wore fluttering black robes and stood tall and straight. His expression was calm, while his deep, abyss-like eyes reflected the savage palace below. There was not the slightest ripple in them, only an indifference capable of making heaven and earth pale. It was Mo Lin!
At his side stood Zi Yan, her purple hair flowing in the wind and her peerlessly cold beauty radiant. The Dragon Emperor's pressure around her was so immense that even space seemed to freeze.
Between them was a tiny golden-haired girl in a little skirt woven from golden lightning, her hair tied into two buns. She blinked her large amber eyes curiously as she examined the scene below. She was the transformed Nine Profound Golden Thunder Dragon, Little Nine.
"Enemy attack—!!!"
A shrill, distorted alarm instantly shattered the silence! Human Hall stirred like a disturbed hornet's nest as countless black figures, wrapped in frigid black Dou Qi, shot into the sky! Dense attacks poured toward the three figures overhead like a