The void was like an ice sheet struck by a boulder. Beneath the crushing, deathly aura of destruction, it cracked and groaned soundlessly.
Ming Xin concealed himself within the great Space Fault formation. The Primordial Dao Rhyme blended perfectly with the violent spatial turbulence, hiding every trace of him without a flaw.
Like a reef hidden among shoals, he calmly sensed the terrifying presence rapidly approaching.
The newcomers were not alone. Behind the heart of the destruction storm, dozens of somewhat weaker figures could vaguely be seen, all filled with the same desire to devour.
They were more Dao Devouring Beasts, along with several Void Clan Warriors with cold auras, clad in identical dark gold standard-issue armor. This was clearly a small expeditionary force!
Their leader was nearly twice as burly as the warriors from before. His dark gold scale armor was inscribed with even more intricate runes, as though black blood flowed through them.
His face was shrouded in distorted light and shadow. Only a pair of eyes burning with dark red flames pierced through the void, firmly fixed upon the Qing Xuan Realm.
The greatsword in his hand, condensed from the wails of worlds and pitch-black lightning, continuously tore apart the surrounding space merely by existing, emanating a despairing will that promised the end of all things.
"Lord Garm, the Qing Xuan Realm lies ahead. According to the intelligence brought back by the scouts who escaped, this realm is guarded by an unknown expert capable of easily capturing Dao Devouring Beasts.
They are suspected of possessing some kind of... power of unification," a Void Clan Warrior reported coldly from behind him.
Garm's dark red, flame-like eyes flickered faintly. His voice was hoarse, like grinding metal. "A power of unification?
Hmph. Before absolute Destruction, any flashy trick is