"Ten Thousand Burials Void, explode!" the Great Township Lord shouted fiercely, slamming both hands onto the Ten Thousand Burials Void spike.
The already enormous spike swelled again, countless skeletal phantoms dancing wildly as it emanated an aura of deathly stillness that inspired despair.
Sensing that destructive power, Meng You finally showed a flicker of change in his eyes beneath his black iron mask.
He stopped dodging. Demonic power abruptly erupted around him, forming a massive black demonic barrier that sheltered him within.
At the same time, he formed hand seals. Layer after layer of glowing formations spun open in the void, and an incomparably huge hand covered in pitch-black scales appeared, smashing toward the Great Township Lord.
"An Ancestral Demon!" The Great Township Lord's gaze sharpened. If the Seven God Coffins were the Land of Shells' trump card, then the Demon Hall's trump card was the seven great Ancestral Demons. Their might was equally mysterious, and no one had yet seen their full forms.
As for the Void Post Station's trump card, it was the seven mysterious Chief Station Masters who commanded absolute laws.
However, as the ages passed, they had retreated behind the scenes and rarely appeared. They did not even concern themselves with the Void Post Station's survival.
If the three factions were truly compared, the Void Post Station's seven mysterious Chief Station Masters were undoubtedly far stronger.
However, at their level, their own lives had become more important than anything else.
Most crucially, the seven seemed wary of something unknown, making them impossible to fathom.
The Great Township Lord snorted and lightly tapped the golden God Coffin hanging at his chest. The God Coffin abruptly became incomparably huge and hurtled toward the Ancestral Demon Hand in the void.
Countless ancient runes lit up across the God Coffin,