"Roar—!!!"
A terrifying howl swept up from the depths of the abyss. It was not merely a dragon's roar, but a blend of countless undead wails, vengeful souls' shrieks, and the greedy bellow of some ancient, evil being!
A pitch-black pillar of deathly energy shot into the sky, instantly dyeing the swirling vortex of azure spiritual mist above Dragon Head Peak in an eerie ash-gray black!
Even the aurora in the sky dimmed at that moment, as though all life had been drained from it!
"Th-this... what is that?!"
"The Undead Monarch's aura! It's an incarnation of that being from the Western Wasteland!"
Someone recognized the source of that evil power, nearly scared out of their wits.
At the summit of Dragon Head Peak, everyone who had been frantically slaughtering one another over the Dragon Vein Soul Essence now went pale, their bodies stiffening.
That pressure was too terrifying!
It surpassed the limits of the Supernatural Power Realm, even exceeding the scope of ordinary early-stage Longevity Realm cultivators!
Before that black pillar of light, everyone was no more than ants!
Lu Chen gripped the Dragon Vein Soul Essence tightly. The Dragon Soul Mirror mark between his brows throbbed wildly, scorching hot as it sent out an unprecedentedly intense warning—and... an impassioned fighting spirit!
This was not mere fear, but the instinctive reaction of mortal enemies meeting once again!
Just as when the Undead Monarch's projection had been driven back by the Dragon Soul Mirror beside the Blackwater River in the Northern Frontier!
"Buzzz—!"
The Dragon Vein Soul Essence in his palm also trembled more violently than ever before, its pale golden halo rippling fiercely, as though it had sensed the covetous greed of that evil entity beneath the abyss—
It was precisely the "soul source sealed away for ten thousand