The roars of ten thousand dragons emerged from the inverted black waters up above in the sky. The roars were shocking to the extreme, causing blood to spray from the mouths of the beasts on the ground. One by one, they began to bleed from their eyes, nose and mouth. Then, they simply dropped dead.
As for the Cultivators down below, they also coughed up blood. Their bodies grew listless, their minds reeled, the flow of their Qi and blood was suppressed, and their Cultivation bases hung on the verge of collapse.
A grim look appeared on the face of the black-robed Cultivator in mid-air. He began to perform an incantation with his right hand.
"This is definitely beyond what I anticipated. He can support two generations of legacies. Well, even that will not be enough!
