Dawn Squad had fought their way through the encirclement of tens of thousands of enemies, carving out a path in blood.
An hour later.
The entire battlefield finally fell silent.
The black tide of monsters had been wiped out.
Only a field of corpses and blood-soaked earth remained.
Li Xiaoyu hovered in midair, staring expressionlessly at the Wilderness Sacred Hall, which still radiated an evil aura.
His gaze fixed on the deepest part of the hall.
There, he could sense an even more immense and terrifying presence stirring awake.
But when they stepped into the evil palace made of giant bones, the sight before them made their hearts sink.
A bottomless chasm lay before them.
On the other side stood a circular black altar, a hundred zhang tall.
Its surface was carved with densely packed crimson runes.
Bathed in the light of the blood-red pillar, the runes writhed slowly, radiating an evil aura.
At the very center of the altar, a figure in a black dragon robe sat cross-legged, his face stern and imposing.
His hands formed ancient, intricate seals.
Countless crimson runes extending from the altar coiled around him.
Like living snakes, the runes constantly sucked the blood essence and Cultivation from his body.
His face had gone pale as paper.
His aura had dwindled to almost nothing.
Yet flames still burned in his mad, unyielding eyes.
He was Wan Renwang, the Ghost King Sect's leader.
Above his head, four phantom beasts, condensed from crimson energy and brimming with a savage aura, circled.
The Kui Ox, the Yellow Bird, and Taotie.
And the Chaos Black Snake, transformed from the Heaven and Earth Samsara Disk.
The four spirits' phantoms circled and roared above the altar.
The power radiating from them poured ceaselessly into the soaring blood-red light.
The pillar