"Pinned down!"
Few people pay attention to the black fog sea below.
Everyone's gaze remains fixed on the Eighth Sword Deity surrounded by ten thousand ghosts in the void.
Away from appearances, aside from those hideous evil ghosts, essentially, Bazhun'an is trapped by layers of ancestral source power.
Is it over?
"Six breaths..."
"Seven breaths..."
Someone is counting, but after a while, no sound comes from that mass of evil ghost flesh.
Yet no one wants to believe that Bazhun'an, who was only beginning to make a move, would be defeated in the first step, suppressed by these grotesque monsters.
"Nine..."
When the count reaches nine, the void trembles.
Everyone's eyes widen, not daring to blink.
They see the endlessly advancing evil ghosts outside, while inside a colossal mass of evil ghost flesh, suddenly a faint golden light appears within the gaps.
Initially dim, merely a strand.
