Chen Fan's face changed abruptly. Inside the Soul-Gathering Tower was actually an Ink Dragon—its jet-black, gleaming scales, razor-sharp claws, and majestic, solemn dragon head all stood out with incomparable clarity.
At that moment, as Chen Fan gazed into the Ink Dragon's eyes, an inexplicable pressure still weighed on his heart, as though the dragon were somehow still alive. Yet he could not sense the slightest trace of life from it.
The Ink Dragon within the Soul-Gathering Tower remained utterly motionless, its eyes alone fixed straight ahead, staring at everything beneath the dragon throne. It was like an emperor whose aura could swallow mountains and rivers, domineering and majestic.
"After enduring such long years, could it be that you have remained alive as a soul?" Chen Fan looked at the Ink Dragon and slowly stepped toward the dragon throne.
Yet the Ink Dragon remained still, as if it had been frozen within the Soul-Gathering Tower and turned into a statue ever since. Still, Chen Fan did not lower his guard as he advanced cautiously.
When he finally reached the dragon throne, gathered True Essence Power in his hand, and swung toward the Soul-Gathering Tower, several fierce gusts suddenly swept in from behind him. Killing intent struck in an instant.
Chen Fan's expression hardened. He immediately drew his sharp sword, his body swiftly sliding to the left to evade the attack from behind. Then he turned and looked—these were the four Soul Division Stage experts from earlier.
The four came respectively from the Sea Dragon Clan and the Spirit Snake Clan. They had clearly died and collapsed to their knees before the Crystal Palace gates, yet now their fleshly bodies had revived and were charging at Chen Fan.
"So even you have become slaves?" Chen Fan frowned slightly. Their bodies contained a