Terrifying sounds rose from beneath the abyss, like the echoes of a demon from Hell about to descend upon the mortal world, sending chills down every spine.
"He... he followed us... run!" The True Hou ancestor panicked. The lower half of his body was gone, dripping blood, as though something had bitten it off.
The sight first stunned the arriving crowd, then sent them into an uproar. The revelation shook them like an earthquake, too incredible to believe.
This was a mighty figure from the Primordial Era. A single roar from him could shake the sun and moon out of the heavens. Who could possibly have wounded him so badly?
In a battle all those years ago, he had roared an entire group of opponents to death, including several Cult Masters. His divine might had been unrivaled.
In the Three Thousand Worlds, this auspicious beast was as renowned as the Taotie ancestor. He had always been the one eating others. When had anyone ever eaten him?
He was not alone. The other Cult Masters were equally terrified, their faces deathly pale as they fled into the distance, as though they had encountered a raging flood or savage beast.
Clatter!
Yet at that very moment, several black chains shot silently out of the abyss, passing through the void and piercing the Cult Masters who had just escaped onto the shore.
"Argh..."
In an instant, several mighty figures screamed, blood blossoming from their wounds. They struggled desperately, but to no avail. The black chains seemed to have pinned even their primordial spirits in place, leaving them unable to move.
Then a figure walked out of the abyss, chilling beyond measure. Black mist shrouded his entire body, revealing only a pair of crimson eyes like two blood moons.
"Damn it, how did a