Yang Ling returned to the Half-God realm and forcefully shattered the Corpse Pool!
The sharp aura.
The surging ferocity.
It whipped up monstrous waves across the Nether Sea, making Jiang Qiao feel the true might of a Daoist old monster for the first time!
High in the sky.
Yuan Yu slowly turned her head, shifting her attention away from Jiang Qiao.
And toward Yang Ling.
She still looked elegant, with an unhurried grace in every gesture. But the killing intent spreading through the surroundings suddenly surged, betraying her current mood.
For the first time.
She sensed a certain danger in this battle.
"Hee hee."
A strange laugh rang out.
The next second.
From the Corpse Pool, which had been cleaved open by a massive gash, thick black energy poured out. Like a black waterfall connecting heaven and earth, it descended upon the mortal realm, instantly crushing space and opening a pitch-black passage whose destination was unknown.
A vast and terrifying aura erupted in all directions, transforming into visible ring-shaped waves that spread outward.
Yuan Yu stood above the Corpse Pool.
She stamped her foot hard.
A gigantic, demonic ghostly figure immediately emerged from the pitch-black passage.
Utter distortion.
Utter chaos.
Utter disfigurement.
After seeing it, you instinctively wanted to describe it, to determine what it was. But the moment any description took shape in your mind, you would immediately realize it was wrong.
Impossible to describe.
Beyond words.
Every definition of it would become distorted, and every interpretation would contain an inexplicable gap.
Meanwhile, all around the battlefield.
The Awakened on more than a dozen warships.
At this moment.
Regardless of strength, all of them felt an extreme nausea and dizziness.
Yet they did not pass out.
Not only did they remain conscious, but their minds became abnormally clear.
That