The Phoenix's aura surged without end, as though it could span the river of stars—vast beyond measure, mighty and boundless.
At this sight, the many Demon Race experts were deeply alarmed.
This ancient hall, comparable to a small world, seemed to have been built solely to contain that Phoenix figure!
The gathered heroes trembled, their hearts shaken beyond words.
Then, in the very next instant, the Phoenix vanished. The hall immediately became empty and desolate, heavy with Death Qi, utterly stripped of its former grandeur.
In its place was a single plume, seemingly formed from dancing flames!
That plume seemed to blend with heaven and earth, converge with all things, as though it were the embodiment of the Great Dao.
At this sight, the many experts were instantly shaken. Quite a few even revealed greedy expressions.
It had to be an unparalleled treasure!
Perhaps it contained the Phoenix inheritance!
Perhaps traces of a Demon Lord's Great Dao still lingered upon it!
For a moment, every kind of radiance shot into the sky. Treasures rose into the air and charged directly at that plume!
They wanted to seize that treasure and claim it for themselves!
For such an opportunity, even if it meant clashing with Gold Horn, they would stop at nothing.
After all, the struggles within the Demon Race were far fiercer than the Human Race's internal strife!
Yet just as they tried to seize that plume, every beam of light and every treasure they unleashed spontaneously combusted!
Whether Divine Abilities or treasures, all were destroyed. None could approach that plume by even a fraction.
"Could it be that this divine object possesses a spirit?"
"Damn it, this divine object is probably rejecting us!"
"Are we supposed to just watch helplessly!?"
The many experts gritted their teeth, their hearts burning