"...Please have mercy, ancestors."
The young girl whispered softly, her mouth gradually emitting an ancient and strange tone.
That bizarre sound echoed in the void, making everyone feel haunted, even the divine beasts in a mad state raised their heads and looked over.
The girl standing at the forefront of everyone, with her head lowered, stood still and rigid.
Yet from the shadows beneath her feet, one shadow after another continued to emerge.
Those ancestral spirits indifferently drifted towards the battlefield, without a word, directly disappearing into the void.
The power of the evil vein ancestral spirits, cold and eerie, even the demon gods felt terrified at their presence.
The demon gods in the battlefield suddenly screamed in agony, dragged by invisible forces into the void.
And the girl, standing motionlessly, continued to have shadows continuously manifest from within her shadow.
