Zhang Ming's smile did not change in the slightest as he raised a hand.
A purple-black shield, as though it had surged forth from an endless abyssal world, appeared before him.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Hundred Beasts Ancestor's towering tide of Vital Energy was terrifying, like tens of millions of tons of seawater crashing down.
Yet that purple-black shield—one glance at which was enough to breed countless negative thoughts in an ordinary person's mind—was like the most indestructible gold and stone amid the raging tide.
Nothing in this world could wear away even the slightest bit of it.
"What? What is this?"
With just one look, Hundred Beasts Ancestor felt boundless negative thoughts flash through his mind.
It was as though countless versions of himself had appeared in his mind, urging him to slaughter, to destroy, to create death.
"Damn it, steady my mind!"
With a furious roar, the Grandmaster's will, hard as steel, gathered into a single point. He swiftly stabilized his mind and dispelled the negative assault.
A moment later, Hundred Beasts Ancestor stared with bloodshot eyes at Zhang Ming, who had withdrawn the shield and whose strange smile had not changed in the slightest.
"Die, die, die, die, die! You all deserve to die!"
Roar—
A beastlike howl burst from Hundred Beasts Ancestor's throat.
"Heehee."
"I told you, I know you're in a hurry, but don't be hasty."
"Haven't you noticed? Why have you been the only one attacking me? Where's your Demon Beast?"
"Die, die, die, die, die, die? Hm? Demon Beast?"
Even though Hundred Beasts Ancestor had desperately tried to purge the negative influence just now, how could the terrifying negativity of the purple-black aura be so easily cleared away?
He had inevitably still been affected.
Only after Zhang Ming's reminder did his attention return to