There, a mysterious and chilling force suddenly broke through the suppression of the great hall, slowly expanding outward.
None of the others could perceive this force.
Only she, who had also accepted the complete slave path inheritance of the Refining Heaven Demon Monarch, could sense it slightly.
"Could it be what the Artifact Spirit mentioned, that treasured cauldron stronger than the Ten Thousand Beasts Scroll?"
...
Within the Pill Hall.
Time seemed to stand still.
Blood pearls suspended in mid-air.
Fragments of flesh scattered evenly.
Broken bones positioned in all directions.
As time passed, Tian Xuan, filled with despair, gradually noticed something was wrong.
"Master, it seems he isn't dead yet?"
The Black King, immersed in grief and release, was stunned.
"How could this be, even the slave mark on my Divine Soul has already voluntarily undone."
