That day, the secret realm shook.
The intense vibrations interrupted Qin Huai's deep meditation. The bright sky darkened, and the vibrant spiritual energy began to fade. Even the glow from the spirit stone mine under him dwindled.
"The mystic realm is closing," Qin Huai realized. He felt the realm's oppressive power ebbing away. If he didn't leave before it shut completely, he risked being trapped for centuries.
Not wasting time, he commanded the king corpse to fly out immediately. He had already methodically sent the three thousand blood beasts out, utilizing the blood sea's surveillance to remain undetected.
However, mid-flight, Qin Huai stopped. The horizon turned a stark red, and a fire mountain descended from the skies.
"Die for my clansmen!" shouted the grand elder, his voice echoing. This was his chance for revenge. As the secret realm's restrictions weakened, the time was ripe for confrontation.
