Wild with joy though they were, the situation before them was still utterly terrifying.
A Desolate Clan Great Power, five or six zhang tall and withered like a dried corpse, sat cross-legged before a stone coffin. His indigo-blue skin was dotted with specks of light, as if it were burning.
A moment later, the air inside the purple-bronze hall trembled slightly. Another Desolate Clan Great Power, supported by the medicinal power of the blue divine medicine, emerged from a massive stone coffin and sat down cross-legged on the ground.
This Desolate Clan Great Power was even more terrifying. He had eight arms and appeared to belong to another branch of the Desolate Clan, different from the Four-armed Desolate Clan Great Power. His scalp was hairless, but covered in lumps like short horns. This Eight-armed Desolate Clan Great Power was indigo-blue all over, yet the skin across his body had dried up and cracked completely, the fissures reaching deep into his bones. A huge hole had even been blasted through the center of his head.
The instant he sat down, countless divine patterns flashed from the hole in his head and the cracks across his body, as if he were standing amid a lightning storm.
Boom!
It was as if another sound rang out around Wei Suo and the others. The Four-armed Desolate Clan Great Power seemed to have no particularly close companions and no longer bothered choosing. He treated them one after another. After channeling the medicinal power into a stone coffin beside the Eight-armed Desolate Clan Great Power, a Daoist clad in iron robes stepped out from within.
"There are actually Great Powers mixed in with these Outer Realm Demons!" Changsun Xiaoru cried out despite herself, frightened and furious.
This Daoist's features could not be seen. He wore robes