The Demon Descends Upon the Mortal World

After more than ten spare Puppet Flying Eagles had been sent down toward the altar, clearer and more comprehensive images finally appeared on the corresponding jade mirrors.

Zhou Yang split off part of his consciousness and focused it on those jade mirrors. The scenes within immediately entered his mind in full.

The altar stood upon a relatively flat stretch of ground at the bottom of the demonic abyss. It was octagonal and diamond-shaped, several dozen zhang wide and more than ten zhang tall.

What it enshrined was astonishingly a black giant beast shaped like a fierce tiger, yet with the head of a wild boar, eagle wings growing from its flanks, and hooves like those of an ox.

The black giant beast lay sprawled atop the altar without moving. The images transmitted by the Puppet Flying Eagles were heavily blurred by the demonic qi, not even enough for Zhou Yang and the others to determine whether the black giant beast was alive or merely a lifeless statue.

But the next moment, they knew.

The black giant beast lying atop the altar suddenly opened its eyes and swept a cold gaze over the Puppet Flying Eagles circling the altar.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

After a series of explosive sounds, every jade mirror linked to the Puppet Flying Eagles shattered on the spot.

"Not good! Retreat, quickly!"

Xu Tianlin's eyelids twitched. As though he had thought of something, he abruptly shouted and issued the order to withdraw.

From the look of him, he clearly knew some details that others did not.

Yet no one had the mind to pursue the matter now. Everyone recognized the gravity of the situation from the panic and urgency in his voice.

At once, no one spared even a shred of spiritual power. They all erupted with power