Sixteen arms spread through the void in a peculiar formation, while blossoms of indigo light danced between them like the embers left behind by a spell.
For a moment, the fighting between Wei Suo's side and the Outer Realm Demons came to a brief halt.
Everyone on Wei Suo's side gathered toward him, while most of the Outer Realm Demons desperately shot toward the little white skeletal figure Shijialan had transformed into.
No one had expected another sixteen-armed Desolate Clan Great Power to emerge here!
The vitality fluctuations emanating from this sixteen-armed Desolate Clan Great Power were not particularly intense compared to Shijialan's earlier aura. He felt only roughly equivalent to the peak of fourth-level True Immortal True Essence, yet the strike that had just emerged from the void and heavily injured Wei Suo had made everyone feel the terrifying speed of his spellcasting and his astonishing control over the laws of vitality.
It gave everyone the feeling that, if faced with this Desolate Clan Great Power, they might not have been able to evade that strike just now.
Moreover, the Desolate Clan held extraordinary significance to both the Outer Realm Demons and Wei Suo's side. They represented a formidable force.
Especially among the Outer Realm Demons who had come with Shijialan to deal with Wei Suo and the others, quite a few possessed high status and had seen, more or less, records of their ancestors descending upon this region of space long ago.
When facing a race that had annihilated most of their ancestors, no matter how arrogant or noble they considered themselves, they likely could not deceive themselves.
"Yan Beigui?"
On Wei Suo's side, North Bright Divine Monarch Ye Zimei suddenly cried out in alarm.
Though this sixteen-armed Desolate Clan Great Power was entirely indigo, his facial features