At the instant the six ancient angels died, in a mysterious place somewhere within the Sound Pattern Mountain secret realm, one powerful angel after another appeared. At the very least, they were all in the Ancient Realm.
Among them were three angels who had reached the Primordial Realm. They wielded the laws of the world, and every movement they made radiated an overwhelming aura, causing the void in all directions to tremble faintly.
Where they stood, an angel altar seemed to have appeared. Mysterious cosmic laws emanated from all around it, seemingly turning the area surrounding the altar into an independent dimensional world.
This dimensional world possessed immensely powerful defenses, nearly reaching the level of Impervious to All Arts. Earlier, they had relied on this angel altar to withstand the Demonic Sound Tide unleashed by Sound Pattern Mountain.
"Mm?!"
At that moment, nearly every angel in the area felt their hearts stir. They seemed to sense the power of fate and death lurking in the unseen, as though something had shattered.
"Our clansmen have died."
A three-eyed primordial ancient angel spoke. This was an innate divine ability unique to the Angel Race: their souls shared a mysterious connection. Should one of them die, the other angels would immediately sense it.
They could even receive the scene from the instant of death, allowing the many angels to learn what had happened.
It was precisely because of this ability that few in the universe dared to kill angels. Otherwise, they would inevitably be regarded by the Angel Race as eternal enemies, locked in a struggle to the death.
"It was Walls and the others. They should have gone out to explore the surrounding environment just now. The Demonic Sound Tide had also stopped, and the entire Sound Pattern Mountain secret realm should