15 Million Kill Points

Blood rain poured down in torrents.

The rain was not transparent, but a strange dark red, like diluted blood. When the droplets fell on the body, they carried a bone-chilling cold, as if even the soul could be frozen.

A faint scent of blood, like rust, spread through the air, along with an indescribable aura of sorrow.

This was a heavenly phenomenon that only occurred when a Ninth Tier powerhouse fell.

At that moment, the hundreds of millions of Mutated Beasts throughout the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range felt an unease and agitation arising from the depths of their bloodlines.

They stopped whatever they were doing. From the lowliest beasts to the lofty Beast Kings, all raised their heads toward Soul-Severing Cliff and let out low, fearful whimpers.

Their emperor had fallen.

The Beast Kings, normally arrogant and overbearing, now paced restlessly through their territories like ants on a hot pan, their eyes filled with panic and unease.

They did not know what had happened, but they knew that whatever force could cause a Ninth Tier Beast Emperor to fall was absolutely beyond their ability to resist.

For a time, the entire Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range was shrouded in panic.

Meanwhile, in the distant Upper Capital Base City, quite a few top powerhouses also sensed the disturbance in heaven and earth.

Inside a quiet chamber at the Peak Martial Arts Hall Headquarters, a white-haired old man who had been cultivating in seclusion abruptly opened his eyes.

His gaze seemed to pierce through layer after layer of walls and vast distances, landing upon the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range. After a moment of silence, disbelief appeared on his face.

"A heavenly phenomenon caused by the fall of a Ninth Tier... and it carries the aura of the Mutated Beasts."

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