In what seemed like an affirmation of Jian Wushuang's inner worries, the road of Immortal bones suddenly began to tremble relentlessly.
Along with this tremor, a voice, as if echoing from ancient times, filled with a sense of decay, rang out.
"Kill—kill—kill!"
The shouts of killing resounded from beneath the road of Immortal bones, causing the entire road to become turbulent.
Jian Wushuang's gaze became completely serious; he could sense the terrifying presence beneath the earth's core.
With each cry for blood, it felt as though countless Yan Immortals were engaged in a bloodthirsty battle on a battlefield, exhausting their last drops of divine blood.
The entire boundless border seemed to have turned into a battlefield, returning to that distant Ancient Era.
The road of Immortal bones beneath his feet trembled as if these Immortal bones were about to awaken at any moment, leaving everything with an indescribable sense of awe.
