Rumble!
Deep in the Northern Sea, heaven crumbled and earth split, ghosts wailed and gods howled.
The once deathly silent Fallen Divine City had become a true Asura purgatory.
The underground Nine Hells Yellow Springs Formation fully awakened, and nine ink-black earth veins shaped like ancient nether dragons burst from the ground.
They roared at the sky, spewing Yellow Springs corpse energy potent enough to corrode a God King's primordial spirit.
That was not merely a formation. It was the foundation the Black Feather Divine Dynasty had amassed over several epochs.
It was a bulwark of sin forged from countless departed souls and torrents of blood.
"For the Divine Dynasty!"
"Sacrifice our bodies in blood and awaken the ultimate power!"
With a piercing roar from Netherworld God Venerable, tens of thousands of Black Feather Divine Dynasty assassins and disciples throughout the city exploded!
They had not been killed by an outside force. The formation had drawn them in, forcing them to become sacrifices.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Clouds of blood mist burst throughout the city, a sight that made one's scalp crawl.
Countless streams of blood essence and fragmented souls gathered into a scarlet river, surging against the heavens and pouring into the five crimson coffins suspended in midair, as well as Netherworld God Venerable's body.
Crack!
The five coffins shattered completely.
Five figures emerged, so impossibly ancient that they were little more than skin and bones.
Their clothing was unimaginably old, some of it even dating back to the previous epoch, and dense death energy and the stench of decay clung to their bodies.
Yet the instant the power of the blood sacrifice poured into them, their withered bodies swelled as though inflated. Their dried-up blood energy began burning madly, and twin beams of ghostfire-green light shot from their clouded