Thud... thud... thud...
Heavy, slow footsteps rang out clearly from the depths of the black mist filling the sky, each one seeming to land directly on the depths of everyone's soul.
With every step, the earth trembled.
The dozen or so villagers inside the Ancestral Shrine could not withstand that terrifying mental pressure. They screamed and collapsed, blood streaming from their eyes, ears, noses, and mouths as they lost consciousness.
Su Ye's expression tightened. He pushed his Extreme Thunder Talent to its limit and only just managed to hold on.
The black mist churned and parted to either side.
A tall, twisted figure slowly emerged from the shadows, which were as thick as ink.
The figure stood nearly three meters tall.
He wore an ancient, tattered black robe. His exposed skin was the grayish white of a corpse, covered in eerie, dark red markings.
Most unsettling of all was his head.
A pair of enormous black horns grew from it, but the left horn had been sliced clean off at the base.
His eyes were hollow and lightless, without pupils. Only two slowly burning masses of black deathfire remained.
The instant Broken Horn appeared, Su Ye's [Intuition] talent began screaming warnings as though its life depended on it.
Danger. Extreme danger.
The danger was so great that even casting the Eye of Detection on this creature would expose Su Ye to unimaginable horror.
Detection meant death!
Su Ye's heart spasmed, and cold sweat beaded at his temple.
This was not a monster players at their current stage could possibly match. They did not even qualify to glance at his stats.
"What a shame... such a shame..."
Broken Horn stopped ten meters outside the Ancestral Shrine.
He lowered his head slightly, his voice harsh and grating. "I intended to keep you