What exactly this strange power was, no one truly understood. But once it appeared, it inevitably carried an evil, bloodthirsty aura.
A massive black shadow slowly emerged from the vortex.
The lotus throne was pitch-black and icy, with the texture of metal. Seated atop it was a solemn, dignified Buddha statue.
Kind-browed and benevolent-eyed—yet strangely, the entire statue was black. Hundreds, even thousands, of arms intertwined behind it, carrying an air of the bizarre and grotesque.
A thousand-handed Buddha statue? No—more accurately, a Thousand-Handed Demon Idol.
The instant the demon idol appeared, waves of demonic chants echoed between heaven and earth. Whether they were Dark Dragon Clan members locked in battle or members of the other two great royal clans, all became uncontrollable beneath the influence of those demonic chants.
One dragon clansman stared blankly ahead, then raised his sword and plunged it into his own heart. Blood continuously gushed from the wound.
What was especially strange was that none of the blood fell to the ground. The moment it dropped through the air, it was swallowed and erased by an invisible force.
Not far away, a powerful Bloodthirsty Heavenly Fox Demon Cultivator suddenly froze in midair. His body exploded piece by piece, blood spraying in every direction. Yet before the blood could reach the ground, it too abruptly vanished in midair.
One, two, three...
In the blink of an eye, hundreds, even thousands, of Demon Cultivators from the three great royal clans who had been fighting moments ago died suddenly and miserably.
The remaining ancestral-level powerhouses jolted awake and withdrew at once.
The Dragon Lord's expression was grave as he stared at the Thousand-Handed Demon Idol standing in the distance, his eyes filled with deep apprehension.
He muttered in a low voice, "Is that the strange divine idol that