Corpse

Late at night, the towering Nine Dragons Ancient Tower at Emerald Heart Mine vanished, and the raging sea of flames subsided with it.

Only the surging Fire Attribute spiritual energy that remained still swirled above the lake's surface. As water and fire intertwined and collided, wave after wave of towering billows rose.

Naturally, no few people had been watching from the shadows.

Yet, constrained by the earlier horrific sight of people being burned directly to ashes, no one dared to step forward and test the waters.

After all, that terrifying battle in the night sky was still vivid in their minds.

Judging by how the boundless flames had incinerated the invaders, that Nine Dragons Ancient Tower was clearly the magical treasure of some terrifying existence, controlled by someone.

No matter how blinded by greed they were, they would not simply throw their lives away.

It was not until the break of dawn that some exceedingly bold cultivators cautiously reached the outskirts of the lake's center. Once their probing proved harmless, the formerly tranquil waters at the heart of the lake instantly erupted into complete uproar.

Cultivators watching from the surrounding area surged over one after another, terrified that one slow step would cost them a heaven-sent opportunity.

Streams of voice transmissions crisscrossed, rapidly spreading news from the lake's center. Across the waters of Emerald Lake, countless cultivators who learned of the news also rushed toward its heart.

Though the Jadeite Tribe wished to maintain order, the fall of the tribe's three pillars was already an indisputable fact.

Everyone in the tribe was in danger, each plotting a way out. Chaos had already consumed the whole clan.

Yet this stretch of water at the lake's center began to run red with blood once more after the demon's death.

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