A colossal figure emerged, and the world fell deathly silent, as if even time had frozen. All things sank into a nearly despairing stillness.
The wind no longer moved, the leaves no longer swayed, and everything in the world held its breath.
Only the crimson storm roaring across the sky remained.
The storm seemed to be flames from hell. Wherever it passed, space became like a shattered mirror—twisting, spiraling, trembling, and converging.
It gradually formed a massive black rift!
Whoosh.
A black storm swept out of the rift and began to undergo a bizarre transformation.
The storm, which had still been swirling moments earlier, suddenly froze. It gradually took shape, eventually forming a huge and eerie blood-red full moon that illuminated the ground below as though it were a sea of blood.
At the center of the blood moon, a massive figure flickered in and out of view, as if slowly emerging from an ancient legend. Its outline gradually became clear beneath the blood moon's light.
It was him!
It was Curse Tiger! It was actually Curse Tiger, one of the Five Great Royal Clans! Even today, the scene of Curse Tiger Ancestor God descending upon the New Continent remained fresh in everyone's memory. That enormous black tiger had left countless people with psychological scars that could never be erased.
Now, the Curse Tiger before them was almost identical to the Ancestor God in appearance, and it even carried an even more terrifying aura.
The black fur that had once symbolized mystery and majesty had now completely transformed into a shocking blood red, as if it had been dyed with the blood of countless living beings.
Even from far away, one could clearly see that every strand of its fur resembled burning flames, dancing wildly in the storm as if