The ten-meter-tall monster raised the Short Axe high.
The monster's eyes were scarlet to the extreme!
"Whoosh~"
The sound of wind suddenly rose.
All the ashes around them were swept up into a frantic dance.
An eerie red glow surged at the horizon, as if answering the power behind Zeng Anmin's axe.
Strong.
Extremely strong!
The combat power of a Third Rank Martial Artist, combined with the enhancement from the Blood Robe Physique bestowed by a Divine Artifact—the full-force move Eternal Night Three Slashes unleashed such a ferocious aura that one's blood and qi could not help but churn wildly!
At this moment, the entirety of Shouyang Mountain was shrouded in that mad aura.
"What's going on?!"
Every soldier guarding the mountain at its foot jolted awake from their dreams.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans slid down their faces.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
The soldiers and commanders were all red-faced, gasping heavily as they looked up at the mountaintop in utter horror.
"General... that is..."
They had all seen that scarlet glow reflected in the sky above the summit!
"Old ancestor Wang Dong!!"
The silver-armored general at the head of the group abruptly raised his head, a feverish gleam in his eyes.
"It must be old ancestor Wang Dong!!"
"Old Ancestor must have made another breakthrough in his cultivation!!"
"What a powerful aura!!"
After hearing his words, his subordinates' gazes turned feverish one after another. Every one of them raised their heads and stared fixedly at that red glow.
The heavier the pressure blanketing their military camp became, the more fervent the frenzy in their hearts grew!
Boom!!
At last, someone could no longer withstand the violent pressure and dropped to one knee.
Beads of sweat the size of soybeans fell from his forehead to the ground, drop