The struggle for the golden pillar of light had reached a fever pitch.
The Nine-Dragon Supreme Pearl shone ever brighter, nine phantom divine dragons circling around it.
With every revolution, a deep dragon roar rang out.
It sent the cultivators around it reeling in spirit.
Everyone knew that this supreme treasure was about to emerge.
Whoever seized it first would be the greatest winner.
Yet more and more people were dying.
Of the three hundred cultivators, fewer than a hundred could still stand.
Corpses and severed arms had piled into a floating ruin of flesh and blood around the pillar of light.
Blood condensed into droplets in the void, carried by the Chaos mist in all directions.
The Nine Nether Blood Demon killed with the greatest ferocity. At least dozens of cultivators had died by his hand.
His Ten Thousand Souls Banner had already expanded to three times its original size.
The skulls on its banner were packed densely together, their ghostly green flames joining into a sheet that shrouded his entire body in grim ghostfire.
"The supreme treasure is mine!"
The Nine Nether Blood Demon let out a wild roar and shot into the sky. The hundred-zhang phantom of a blood demon spread its claws and lunged straight at the golden pillar of light.
Just then, a sudden change erupted.
The Chaos mist, which had previously churned like boiling water, suddenly froze.
Without any warning.
"What's going on?"
"This is..."
"Something feels wrong!"
The surviving people's expressions shifted slightly at the sight.
At that moment, all the Chaos energy hung suspended in midair, as if held down by an invisible giant hand.
Then, the surface of the Sea of Chaos directly beneath the golden pillar abruptly caved in, forming an enormous vortex over a thousand zhang in diameter.
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