Boom!
The sound stacked heavily upon itself, like the tides rising on a dark, icy sea.
The Great Elder only felt as if a hammer had struck his head fiercely, and fresh blood seeped from his mouth and nose.
His consciousness blurred, incapable of thought, muscles and bones throughout his body trembling ceaselessly. His knees bent as he slowly began to kneel.
In such a critical moment.
Hiss!
The staff in his hand, inlaid with a black gem, seemed to possess some incredible sentience.
At this moment, the temperature suddenly rose, a sharp pain emanating from his palm.
The Great Elder bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His eyes bulged, filled with dense networks of crimson blood vessels. It was then that he finally recovered his clarity from the terrifying Spiritual Shock, his face filled with an indescribable horror. As a Demon Descendant inherently strong in spiritual power, at such a tremendous distance, he could actually still...
