The black vortex deep within the Demon Abyss was still expanding. At first, it had been no more than a hundred zhang across, but now it had spread to several hundred, like a ferocious beast opening its grotesque maw and madly devouring the Demonic Energy that filled the surroundings.
The black mist once scattered throughout the Abyss now seemed drawn by an invisible force, transforming into torrents of darkness that rushed headlong into the vortex.
Even the Life-Eroding Mist at the outskirts of the Demon Abyss began flowing toward the vortex. The mist, once thin, visibly grew denser.
A strange aura silently spread along with the flow of Demonic Energy.
It was neither as domineering as the pressure of a Divine Envoy nor as sharp as talismans and formations. Yet it was like a fine needle, gently piercing every person's heart.
Beside the Golden War Chariot, a Redflame Armored Soldier's hand gripping his spear trembled slightly. He could clearly feel his heartbeat quickening beyond his control, while his breathing grew ragged.
"What is this aura?"
Hu Tiancheng frowned tightly and unconsciously stepped half a pace back. A faint spiritual glow flickered at his fingertips. "It clearly isn't powerful. Why does it make one's heart pound so fiercely?"
The Fu Family elder remained silent, his gaze locked tightly upon the depths of the Demon Abyss as his hands quietly pressed against the talisman pouch at his waist.
He had lived for several hundred years and survived countless perils, yet he had never experienced anything like this—like some dreadful thing was awakening from slumber.
The vortex spun faster and faster, and the Demonic Energy pouring into it grew ever more turbulent.
That heart-pounding aura also continued to strengthen.
At first, it merely made people restless and uneasy. Now, it began to suppress