The stone gate had been completely blown apart, leaving behind only a massive black hole.
Endless darkness roiled inside the hole, and countless blood-red eyes flickered faintly within it.
The Black Empress stood at the entrance, gazing at the golden light approaching in the distance. A cold smile curled her lips.
"Interesting."
"As expected of a god."
She raised her hand, and the countless Abyssal Creatures behind her stirred restlessly.
"Go and offer your lives to the Holy Monarch!"
Luo Yun strode through the air, followed by five Titled Douluo.
The closer they got to the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well, the thicker that eerie aura became.
The trees around them had withered and died. The ground was covered in purplish-black veins, writhing like the blood vessels of some living creature.
"Your Holiness the Pope," Thousand Jun Douluo couldn't help saying, "this aura..."
Luo Yun didn't look back. He merely said, "The aura of the Abyss Plane. Naturally, it makes people uncomfortable."
"The Abyss Plane?" Mighty Lion Douluo exclaimed in surprise.
Luo Yun didn't explain.
His gaze had already settled on the area ahead.
The Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Well had been completely transformed.
The spring water, once a blend of red and blue, had now turned an unfathomable purplish-black.
A huge rift stretched across the center of the spring, continuously spewing black mist.
Countless shattered dragon bones lay scattered along its edge.
And those dragon bones...
Luo Yun glanced over them and understood.
The remains of the Water Dragon King and Fire Dragon King had been suppressing this place for tens of thousands of years.
Yet someone had moved them.
And with brutal force.
"Fools," he said flatly.
The five Titled Douluo exchanged glances, not daring to respond.
Just then—
A figure slowly rose from the rift.
It