The sound of the horn seemed to come from nowhere, seemingly enhanced by great divine power, causing those who heard it to feel their blood boiling.
Then a streak of silver light broke through the sky. From afar, the silver light resembled a ball of flame, too dazzling to face directly. Only when near could one see it was an elder standing amidst silver flames.
The elder wore a golden hoop on his head, his face taut and rigid, his skin bluish-black, showing no expression, surrounded by an aura of death, evidently a Corpse Demon who had been dead for countless years!
A powerful aura of the Shattered Thought Early Stage emanated from this Corpse Demon. Furthermore, he held a scroll sealed with silver flames in his hand. As soon as he stood firm in the sky, he unfurled the scroll, releasing a compelling momentum that transformed into a fierce wind, sweeping towards everyone present.
