"This aura belongs to the Lord of the Void!"
Everyone present sensed the Lord of the Void's aura.
Several Monarchs' faces darkened.
They knew the Lord of the Void was sealed here, but had no intention of helping him break free. After all, he was the origin being of the Void Clan.
Not theirs.
Once he broke free, only the Void Clan would reap enormous benefits.
The other races would likely have no choice but to submit.
"That idiot, what has he done?"
"Bastard!"
"Releasing the Lord of the Void? Is this some kind of joke?"
The Monarchs cursed inwardly.
None of them wanted an uncontrollable being to appear.
The Lord of the Void was precisely such a being.
"Zhuyang, stop!"
A Monarch of the Dragon Clan roared.
Zhuyang had also sensed the Lord of the Void's aura. Coupled with that roar, it brought him to his senses, and he hurriedly left the Dragon Blood Sacrificial Altar.
Yet even in that brief moment, his power had increased considerably.
Violent dragon might poured ceaselessly from his body.
His terrifying power warped the void itself.
"This... is this the Primordial Torch Dragon's power?! So strong!"
No, this power might not even amount to one percent of what lies within the Dragon Blood Sacrificial Altar. If I could devour the entire altar, how high would my strength rise? By then, what would even the Lord of the Void amount to?! Boundless ambition suddenly erupted within Zhuyang.
But then, he hurriedly suppressed the thought.
In that brief moment, fine beads of cold sweat had already formed on his forehead.
Power truly made it easy to lose oneself.
How could an ancient figure like the Lord of the Void be opposed so easily?
That thought of his was far too dangerous.
"Heh, young Torch Dragon,