Martial Master

In that instant, all the ancestors of the Dark Clan present felt their hair stand on end, cold sweat dripping down their backs, and turbulent waves of terror surged in their hearts.

Pinnacle supreme, where did a pinnacle supreme come from in this Demon Tribe's barrier?

Pfft!

Before their fear could subside, they saw a black shadow flash by suddenly. A Dark Clan warrior closest to the Demonic Soul Source Artifact let out a horrified scream.

He lowered his head and, in terror, saw that one of the towering elder's arms had pierced through his body, pinning him firmly in the void. This hand was exceptionally grotesque and terrifying, like a claw, yet it emanated an endless and dreadful power of abyssal demons. With a loud boom, black demonic energy erupted from the claw, enveloping the ancestor in an instant.

"No!"

The ancestor let out a shrill scream, his body igniting in flames. He howled in terror as the Dark Source within him continuously erupted, trying to break free from the attack of the towering elder.

But it was futile.

This pinnacle supreme warrior of the Abyss Demon Tribe was too terrifying. No matter how the Dark Clan members struggled, escape was impossible. In the end, with a puff, the ancestor burned completely, turning to ash and vanishing into nothingness in an instant.

This scene sent chills down everyone's spine and made their hearts tremble.

In just an instant, a supreme-level ancestor had fallen, as insignificant as an ant, leaving a strong impact on everyone.

The other ancestors of the Dark Clan revealed expressions of shock and anger, staring in horror at the towering figure of the Abyss Demon Tribe.

Not only were they shocked, but even Sikong Zhen, the Supreme Elder, and others were stunned.

"Ancient Supreme Elder?"

"He’s still alive? How is that possible? Wasn’t the Ancient Supreme already dead back then? How could this be?"

The Elder Gu Mo and others spoke in disbelief. Even Sikong Zhen's eyes widened in shock, clearly recognizing the figure. It was indeed their Abyss Demon Tribe's former Supreme Elder, the Ancient Supreme, but hadn’t he perished long ago? How could he...

Sikong Zhen and others were left bewildered.

On another side, the lord of abyssal demons in the Chaotic World also grew serious, anxiously saying, "Master, be careful, this person is the Ancient Supreme of our Abyss Demon Tribe!"

"Ancient Supreme?" "Indeed, the Ancient Supreme was once a Supreme Elder of our Abyss Demon Tribe, possessing extraordinary strength, a pinnacle supreme level expert. Even in his youth, he had the qualifications to contest for the position of clan leader against the ancestor, but he eventually lost to the ancestor. When this subordinate went to the Tianwu Continent, the Ancient Supreme was already near the end of his lifespan, secluded in death like a sitting corpse. I never expected he would still be alive!"

The lord of abyssal demons' expression turned grave: "The Ancient Supreme's power reaches the heavens, he is not weaker than Sikong Zhen, master must be very cautious."

Qin Chen looked at the towering Ancient Supreme, and his heart sank. The Ancient Supreme emanated an incredibly vigorous aura, like rolling waves, almost endless. A supreme aura of the pinnacle supreme spread out, though decaying as if it might fall at any moment. Yet, just this true pinnacle supreme power made Qin Chen's heart tremble, threatening to split his body apart.

Originally, Sikong Zhen's arrival had complicated the situation immensely, but now, with the emergence of the Ancient Supreme, a being on the verge of fading, the Abyss Demon Tribe's situation suddenly turned to their advantage.

"Hmph, how many millennia has it been? This old man doesn’t even know how long he has slept. The Yuanmo Ancestor ordered me to guard this place, sealing my lifespan to prevent you Dark Clan from harboring malicious intentions towards our Abyss Demon Tribe. I was nearly seated in death, but it seems the Yuanmo Ancestor was right; you Dark Clan indeed harbor wolfish ambitions."