The next instant.
The Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan's First Grand Elder's gaze flickered, and with a thought...
A communication Jade Talisman, entirely jade-white and flowing with hazy radiance, appeared out of thin air in his palm.
The Jade Talisman trembled faintly, carrying urgent communication fluctuations.
At the sight, an undisguisable flash of delight swept through the First Grand Elder's otherwise still eyes as he secretly speculated:
Could there be news from the clan? Have they successfully contacted the Clan Chief in closed-door meditation?
The Clan Chief was a Spirit Transformation demon Venerable, the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan's greatest pillar of support.
If the Clan Chief appeared, every predicament before them would be resolved with ease.
Without the slightest hesitation, a strand of pure, powerful divine sense emerged from his body and steadily entered the Jade Talisman in his palm.
The next instant, an urgent, weighty voice filled with boundless anxiety rang clearly through his Sea of Consciousness, recounting every upheaval that had occurred in the Ancestral Land.
In merely a few breaths...
The delight in the First Grand Elder's eyes vanished completely, replaced by deep gloom.
His formerly placid face turned frost-cold in an instant, his brow steeped in heaviness.
His complexion was so dark it seemed capable of dripping water.
The Half Venerable pressure he had kept restrained around him began to stir faintly, causing the air throughout the main hall to freeze abruptly.
He swiftly sorted through the crucial information in the transmission, every word chilling to the bone:
A strange tide of bloody Baleful Intent had suddenly assaulted the Ancestral Land. Clan Mortal Cultivators had lost control for no reason, turning into mindless ferocious beasts that knew only slaughter.
Ordinary methods could not resist it at all.
The entire Ancestral Land had suddenly been sealed