"Ahhh~!!!"
A colossal roar pierced the heavens.
It wasn't just the battlefield—Fengdu City heard it too.
That utterly terrifying voice, and the Wrath contained within it, made countless people shudder. Fear rose uncontrollably from the depths of their souls.
Whose voice was that?
How could it be so terrifying? Just hearing it made them feel as though catastrophe was bearing down on them.
"Ancestor?"
On the enormous middle finger of the Third Battlefield.
Unlike the cultivators in Fengdu City who had no idea what was going on, the Dead Soul Clan's First Prince froze. He knew that voice all too well, and a look of profound confusion appeared on his face.
What had happened?
Why was the Ancestor so enraged?
Beside him, Black Mountain Sect's senior eldest disciple was equally shaken, sensing the incomparably astonishing fury in that voice.
Ancestor?
He blanked for a moment, then his expression changed. In an instant, an inexplicable thought rose in his heart.
No way, right?
He couldn't help drawing a deep breath. "Your Highness, could something have happened to the second source?"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!" The First Prince immediately shook his head in denial. How could that be? The Ancestor was personally guarding the second source now. It wasn't asleep—it was awake.
Even if someone had truly entered, they would swiftly be killed by the Ancestor.
What a joke. That was a creature on the verge of sainthood. Unless its opponent stood at the same level, even a Daluo facing the Ancestor would meet only one outcome.
The seemingly short distance forged by the absolute gap in realms was, in truth, an uncrossable chasm.
That distance was even farther than the gap between fourteen flames and fifteen flames.
Even he himself, with his realm suppressed, could kill this Taiyi chief disciple of the