"Clang—!"
This sound lacked the grandeur, majesty, and solemnity of Jiang Xuan's Eternal World Golden Bell. Instead, it was like a funeral bell—heavy, stifling, and laden with a crushing pressure that clenched at the heart.
As the dark, hoarse, ominous toll rolled through the void, Luo Jingli, Gong Qingyue, Chu Mu, and the others suddenly stiffened wherever its echoes reached. A bone-deep chill shot up their spines, as though they had heard a judgment from the King of Hell beneath the Nine Netherworlds.
It was as if, somewhere in the unseen darkness, an icy voice was declaring that their lives were about to reach their end.
Fortunately, they had only been caught in the aftershock. Once the lingering echo of the funeral bell gradually faded, their frozen bodies and senses slowly returned to normal, leaving only cold sweat born of lingering fear.
But the Fear Demon was different.
Directly targeted by the bell, its body abruptly halted, and its aura plummeted wildly like an avalanche.
At the same time, an unprecedentedly strange sensation seized it—it could clearly sense that above its head, a star of death omen symbolizing misfortune had begun to flicker faintly, irresistibly.
That hoarse, ominous bell, tinged with desolation, seemed to proclaim to heaven and earth—and to it itself: death had arrived!
It was an ordained end, one from which there was no escape and no changing.
And this was the true power of the Death-Announcing Evening Bell, as well as the reason Jiang Xuan had been so stunned before.
The Death-Announcing Evening Bell he had condensed possessed the power to directly declare death!
Declaring an enemy's death through the tolling of a bell was the core of the Death-Announcing Evening Bell's power.
The first toll was a mark, a cold and merciless obituary issued to