An Altar Phantom descended with a thunderous roar, its eerie aura surging and churning as the entire Myriad Demon Sect came under a terrifying, invisible suppression.
The weaker disciples of the Myriad Demon Sect did not even have time to react before they were blasted apart on the spot, exploding into Blood Mist.
The Blood Mist did not disperse. Instead, it continuously poured into the altar, causing the originally indistinct phantom to gradually become solid.
Lin Fan's scalp prickled. If he had not seen wrongly, wasn't this the eerie altar that had once wreaked havoc across the Wei-Jin Borderlands?
He had never expected this altar to descend here. Though it was merely a phantom, the dangerous aura it gave Lin Fan was astonishingly dense.
Back then, his cultivation had still been feeble, and he had not truly realized how powerful this altar was. But now, despite having reached the Calamity Crossing Realm, he could clearly sense the intense aura of death radiating from it.
It was a kind of oppression that seemed to come straight from the soul.
The Lifespan Ancient Mirror trembled violently, and even its mirror-light dimmed somewhat.
Lord of Great Gan narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "No wonder you dared to use An Yunzi's body to invade this world. So this is the confidence you had."
"The altar of the Ancient Gods—an existence like this actually descended."
His tone carried deep apprehension.
If they fought head-on, he was not afraid of his opponent. But now that this altar had descended, even if it was only a phantom, it was still beyond what he could resist.
At this thought, he suddenly looked at Lin Fan and said, "If you don't want to die, show your true ability. Otherwise, even I might fall today."
Lin