Great Sage Teng Snake! (Please Vote)

As the voice rang out, the fighting stopped.

It was not that the two sides had reached some tacit truce. A more tyrannical force had slammed a pause button on the violent laws governing this world.

The Ghost Creatures that had been roaring and tearing into human flesh a moment ago collapsed like mud, as though their spines had been pulled out.

The human elites gripping weapons, ready to fight to the death, found the air around them thicker than mercury. Even lifting a finger was beyond them.

Dead silence settled over the battlefield.

Human and Ghost Clan alike broke out in cold sweat, trembling beneath an instinctive terror rooted in the very order of life.

The scroll fluttered in midair without a breath of wind, snapping and rustling.

A figure slowly stepped out of its black ink.

He wore a magnificent python robe from the Former Dynasty, steeped in an indescribable air of decay.

Most horrifying of all, the figure had no head.

Dark red blood bubbled uncontrollably from the clean stump of his neck, like a spring that would never run dry, making an eerie gurgling sound.

This was the master of Lu Changsheng, Kong Changkong, and the others.

Great Sage Teng Snake, one of the Former Dynasty's twelve Sages, a towering Demonkin figure who had held an entire era under his heel more than a thousand years ago.

The headless Great Sage Teng Snake stood suspended in the air. Though he had no eyes, every living creature in the underground basin felt his gaze: cold, indifferent, and treating them all as weeds to be harvested for nourishment.

An unstoppable force poured down like a river of stars from the ninth heaven.

Thud. Thud...

Apart from a handful of people with iron wills and deep reserves who struggled