Lang Liao cursed wildly in his heart. What kind of person had he encountered? How could a mere Great Sage be so terrifying?
Then Lang Liao's heart filled with stifled frustration. Outside the Ancient Realm Core, he could have slapped this Great Sage to death with one claw. But now, suppressed by the Ancient Realm Core's power, taking action would inevitably exact an enormous price.
He even had only one chance to strike.
If he failed, the Ancient Realm Core might further reinforce its seal. At that point, Fang Yun could strike without mercy.
What Lang Liao found most intolerable was that he was a living Saint Ancestor, utterly different from an Ancestral Corpse. Thus, the Ancient Realm Core's suppression of him was far greater than its suppression of the other Ancestral Corpses.
Rage surged within Lang Liao, and Ancestral Might churned through his body, yet he could not release it for a long time.
A moment later, he gritted his teeth and let out a furious roar. A great deal of his silver fur had already withered yellow, but after that roar, another vast patch completely yellowed, the roots buried deep in his wolf hide losing all silver as well.
A fierce, surging aura blanketed a million miles, like viscous liquid congealing space itself.
At the edge of that million-mile radius, moons appeared in the sky one after another. They were linked together like pearls, like a necklace of moons encircling the world.
Lang Liao's figure appeared atop every moon.
Saint Ancestor Power, Ten Thousand Moons Reflecting Heaven.
Countless moons released clear, bright moonlight that shone upon Lang Liao.
Dense moonlight gathered around Lang Liao, even pushing open the Ancient Realm Core's black chains slightly and causing his aura to rise steadily.
An instant later, every black chain had