The golden voice had scarcely made its decision when that bone-chilling sound spread out; he lifted his head, those beastlike scarlet eyes fixing entirely upon the heavens above for a single, unwavering moment.
His vast roar, together with the Cultivation Power within his body, in that instant intertwined with the overwhelming aura emanating from the nine figures who had already arrived behind him.
As soon as they tangled together.
The surrounding region was immediately and utterly shrouded by the ten earth-shaking currents of Cultivation Power radiating from their bodies, spreading out in a single sweeping sheet.
After that, the union of these streams of Cultivation Power released a might that, in an extremely brief instant, swept over everything in this place.
"We, Sun Cultivation, respectfully beseech the Ancestor to grant us the power of one soul, to slay this fiend, that our Sun Bloodline may continue on."
