The stench of blood hung heavy in the air, leaving everyone stunned. What kind of power was this? Not even the Demon Ancestor or the Holy Venerable of old could have achieved such a feat!
Yantian and the Lion-Faced King retreated over a hundred feet, standing shoulder to shoulder in the air. As they looked toward the woman in the plain dress, their eyes were filled with dread.
"You... are you the nameless predecessor who interrupted the great war between the Demon Ancestor and the Holy Venerable all those years ago?" Yantian asked in horror.
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