The giant island floating in the void was now shrouded in dense blood-red light.
The glaring crimson resembled thick blood, staining the entire island. Its stench was so overpowering that it could be clearly smelled from a thousand miles away, enough to make one retch.
Far beyond the giant island, countless figures crowded together, sealing off every direction without leaving so much as a gap.
Their faces were filled with fear and gloom. As they looked at the blood-red Dragon Island, their eyes brimmed with towering fury and helplessness.
"Dragon Transformation Demon Formation! It's actually the Dragon Transformation Demon Formation!"
Above the giant island, a gaunt old man with white hair and beard stared at the blood-red glow and roared furiously, "That bastard, the Northern Dragon King! This is a forbidden art of our Ancient Dragon Race. It was destroyed thousands of years ago—how could he possibly still be able to use it?!"
Hearing his roar, the powerful East Dragon Island elders beside him fell silent, their eyes filled with gravity and despair.
The Dragon Transformation Demon Formation was a forbidden art that existed only in ancient records. They had merely heard of it before.
"Back then, the one who oversaw all the secret arts of our race seemed to have been... the Northern Dragon King's great-grandfather," one elder said hoarsely after hesitating for a long time. "And he was the one who personally destroyed the Dragon Transformation Demon Formation. But whether he secretly kept a copy, no one knows..."
The Dragon Transformation Demon Formation was a forbidden technique of the Ancient Void Dragon Race.
It had been created by a powerful yet cruel member of the race. Once the formation took shape, everyone within it except the formation core would be shattered into bloody water by its tyrannical power,