For a moment, the remaining Great Li sect forces and Great Wei Blood-Armored Guards, who had been fighting tooth and nail in the branch hall, no longer had any mind to continue slaughtering one another.
Everyone stared at the deep, shadowy passage, their eyes blazing with fanaticism. They immediately transformed into streaks of light and swarmed inside.
No one wanted to lag even half a step behind, afraid that the inheritance of the great cultivator within would fall into someone else's hands.
Yet greed was often the death warrant that led one down the road to the Yellow Springs.
After passing through the narrow, lengthy passage, the doors to the core main hall had yet to open when a ferocious aura awakened before them.
A gigantic bird, dozens of zhang in size and wreathed from head to toe in black flames, solidified out of the void.
A Peak Eighth Realm tomb-guarding beast—the Netherworld Dark Sparrow.
"Roar!"
The Dark Sparrow shrieked sharply. As it opened its massive beak, black Yin Deathfire filled the skies, turning into a sea of flames that swept down like the heavens collapsing.
An early Eighth Realm elder from a Great Li sect who had charged at the front let out a scream. The protective spiritual radiance around his body was burned into nothingness in an instant, and his entire body was directly ignited into a blazing torch.
"Aah—!"
Yin Deathfire did not merely burn the flesh. It also consumed the Divine Soul.
That Eighth Realm old monster let out an incomparably miserable wail as he watched his Dao Foundation crack apart inch by inch within the black flames.
His mind instantly crumbled, his Dao heart shattered on the spot, and blood from his heart sprayed out.
At the sight of this, the Great Wei Blood-Armored commander