After an earth-shaking battle, the interior of Boundless Peak had long since shattered, and the Boundless Realm lay in ruins.
Yet the Thunder Source still hovered in the air, shining brilliantly, completely unaffected.
Although Lin Dong was bleeding and his aura was in disarray, leaving him looking utterly battered, his expression remained remarkably impassive.
He cast a cold glance at Xu Xiu and the black-robed man lying on the ground, their fates unknown, then turned and walked toward the Thunder Source.
He had already pushed himself to the limit to cooperate with Mo Luo this time. If even this failed to lure out the alien demons, there was nothing more he could do.
What he needed to do now was retrieve the Thunder Source.
In everyone else's eyes, Lin Dong's actions were perfectly justified. After all, he was the final victor of this Championship Tournament, and the Thunder Ancestral Symbol rightfully belonged to him.
But just as Lin Dong's fingers were about to touch that mass of Thunder Source, an unexpected change occurred.
A black ring suddenly appeared in front of Lin Dong, separating him from the Thunder Source.
Yet this sudden development brought no surprise to Lin Dong's eyes. Instead, he lifted his foot, looked up at the sky, and spoke calmly.
"So you've finally come? Looks like my efforts this time weren't entirely without reward..."
As Lin Dong murmured, an enormous black rift suddenly spread across the azure sky, and terrifying demonic qi poured from it, blotting out the heavens.
Creak, creak.
Across the azure sky, the enormous black rift slowly widened like the gaping maw of a monster, and an astonishingly evil aura abruptly gushed forth.
That evil aura was identical to the one Xu Xiu and his companion had possessed, but its intensity was countless times