The sudden voice startled Shen Can.
Wasn't it said that the residual spirits only retained instinct?
The scene before him was different from the rumors.
Within the nine blood-red pillars, nine fragmented faces emerged, each face damaged in different places.
Upon closer inspection, it was apparent that the nine faces were actually identical.
A vast oppressive aura swept across the surroundings like an ocean, compelling the plants and trees to bow.
With such majesty, it's unlikely that a Tier Three level of Martial Dao and Witchcraft Path could manifest.
"Could it be a Tier Four residual spirit?"
Shen Can's heart was pounding, feeling that his ancestors were indeed quite magnificent.
Within the blood-red light, the nine sacrificial pits shook violently, and cracks interweaved crisscross.
Rumble!
