A grand and ancient hall!
At this moment, even the air seemed to have congealed, growing much heavier.
The demon-patterned stone pillars descending from the vaulted ceiling gave off a dim, frigid sheen, illuminating the varied faces of several hundred Demon Lords below.
Time seemed to stretch out, every breath filled with silent, raging billows.
Just as the thoughts of the Demon Lords whirled, suspicion, fury, and fear churning together...
Upon the high platform, the figure seated upon the throne representing the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan's supreme authority—Sha Minghong—was like a statue of mysterious ice that had never melted since ancient times.
He sat immovable, his profound gaze calmly overlooking those below.
And beneath the platform, the row of Half-Venerable clan elders were likewise like clay statues and wooden carvings, without a single unnecessary movement.
They merely watched in silence, with an almost cruel scrutiny, the direct descendants of those Spirit Transformation Demon Venerables.
Clearly.
This silence itself was a proclamation—a cold and merciless judgment.
They intended to make these highborn, proud Demon Lords see reality for what it was, crushing the last trace of luck and unwillingness in their hearts into dust.
Sure enough.
With final stubbornness and madness on their faces, those direct-line Demon Lords brought forth the treasures they had each kept hidden away, objects symbolizing their bloodline ties.
Some were gleaming pearls flowing with a gentle aura of life, some were Jade Talismans inscribed with ancient runes, and there were even scales containing a wisp of an ancestor's spirit essence...
In an instant, vast Magic Power was poured into these treasures. Their light flickered, bright or dim, like the heartbeat of a dying man.
Yet!
No matter how they urged them on, no matter how much power they poured into them, those treasures, which could