With a shower of his blood, the black thorn rejoiced. It began sucking the almost inexhaustible vitality in the body of Wang Ling and from the bottom of the ocean; in a place where the deepest of parts of the ocean floor is located, and a red dot appeared as an eye opened.
The eye trembled as it reveled in the power it had received. The being had been absorbing the remnants of this world. It may not have touched everything just yet, but it had received enough qi to revive.
The aura of death that corroded the land began to congregate at the crumbling temple of the Black Dragon where it dove deep passed the hard ancient ground and into the Black Dragon statue that is located within the very temple.
Cracks were formed in the body of the Black Dragon Statue. Black Light was emerging, a roar emanated from the Black Dragon Statue, it was no roar of the Dragon but the roar of death.
