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When the Tower of Death appeared, the world went dark, and blood clouds blotted out the sun.
The tower turned slowly above Ye Xishui's palm, like a monument rising from the depths of hell.
Blood-red light surged from the patterns on its surface, staining the entire sky a harrowing dark red.
Clearly, over the past sixty-odd years, the Tower of Death had devoured countless more souls!
Its aura was no weaker than Kong Deming's Silver Moon Divine Light Barrier had been sixty-odd years ago.
The devoured souls shrieked and wailed within the bloody light. The sky itself seemed to have become a living hell.
Ye Xishui sat suspended in the air with effortless elegance, her figure wreathed in bloody skulls, composed and languid.
Her gaze traveled slowly over the cool, aloof figure of the young woman, as though she were not taking her seriously.
Long Zhanye had no intention of wasting words on her.
Black lightning surged around him, and a ferocious dragon burst straight out of his body.
The dragon was over thirty zhang long. Blue-black lightning covered its body, darting between its scales.
Golden light shrouded its horns, making its pitch-black eyes seem deeper and more terrifying.
Those eyes were entirely black, without a trace of clarity.
At a glance, it was clearly a puppet Beast Spirit.
The moment the Beast Spirit appeared, the Holy Spirit Empire's experts were dumbstruck.
All twenty-odd figures froze at once, horror filling their eyes.
They had never seen a dragon Soul Beast that had been so powerful in life. Its pressure made them think it was a dragon that had ascended to godhood!
Even Ye Xishui was shaken. Her figure, wreathed in bloody skulls, stiffened abruptly.
"This... What is such a powerful Beast Spirit?"
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