"Bzzz."
The void trembled slightly, and more than ten black holes abruptly appeared ahead. Xu Yan's expression changed slightly at the sight, and he hurriedly circulated his magic power, darting off to one side.
After leaving the enormous skeleton behind, Xu Yan had traveled for another five days. As he drew closer to the heartland of the Ancient Demon Race, the black holes appeared with increasing frequency.
On this day alone, he had encountered them seven times, giving them a wide berth each time.
"It looks like the Demonic Qi Eruption isn't far off. I wonder how many cultivators from the Six Sects will come in this time."
Xu Yan turned to glance toward the outskirts of the Ancient Demon Abyss, cold light flickering in his eyes.
"Hmm? Another skeleton of the Ancient Demon Race!"
The enormous remains ahead caught Xu Yan's attention, and he quickly approached to investigate.
This skeleton was clearly much larger than the one he had encountered before, and wisps of killing intent radiated from it. Its skull had been completely shattered, and there was nothing else around it.
The sight of another Ancient Demon Race skeleton no longer stirred any ripples in Xu Yan's heart. After repeatedly confirming that no spiritual treasures remained, he continued onward.
Gradually, he encountered more and more remains of Ancient Demon Race cultivators along the way. The more closely he examined them, the more frightened he became.
All these Ancient Demon Race cultivators' remains shared one characteristic: they seemed to have been killed with a single strike, regardless of their cultivation level.
"It seems that in ancient times, some unfathomably powerful cultivator slaughtered the Ancient Demon Race cultivators in an extremely short span of time, causing their race to vanish directly into the long river of history."
"But back then,