The next instant.
A piercing buzz rang out.
Ancient God auras surged in from every direction.
Outside the Malice Royal Court, Zhuohe Wumeng felt the Ancient God aura she both feared and yearned for rush toward Chen Yan as if it cost nothing.
She fell to her knees, not daring to look again.
Then Zhuohe Wumeng furrowed her brow and looked to one side.
There,
a figure in black robes fluttered as someone crossed the Malice Sea, arriving late.
"Lord Xia."
Zhuohe Wumeng's voice was cold, Life and Death Aura swirling in her palm.
Lord Xia paid Zhuohe Wumeng no mind. He simply stood there, calm and still.
Zhuohe Wumeng's brow creased, but for a moment, she did not attack.
Though she was the strongest Ancient God Beast,
Lord Xia was the pinnacle of the Human Race, having suppressed the world for countless generations.
She would not be a match for Lord Xia.
What was more, Zhuohe Wumeng possessed human consciousness.
As time slowly passed,
the tidal waves gradually subsided.
Lord Xia stepped into the Malice Royal Court.
Zhuohe Wumeng was about to attack.
"Let him in."
A hoarse, weathered voice rang out from within the royal court.
Zhuohe Wumeng hurriedly fell to her knees.
Lord Xia raised his brows slightly and walked into the Great Hall.
Deep within the Malice Royal Court,
Chen Yan's emaciated body lay sunken into a throne entwined with Malice thorns, like withered wood.
His white hair draped over his shoulders like a dying spiderweb, its tips studded with tiny Malice Crystals.
Chen Yan looked at Lord Xia. A red glint flashed in his eyes, which were filled with swirling chaos.
By now, Chen Yan had risen to the sixth seat among the Human Race's strongest.
During this minor tide,
two hundred Ancient God auras