C395 Ten Years to Kill a Martial Monarch

The aura of terror swelled like the relentless waves of a mighty river, relentlessly sweeping over and submerging the entire Nether Ghost Abyss.

At the heart of Black Lake, the waters began to bulge, and a colossal black triangular head emerged, capturing the gaze of all present.

Its eyes, vertical slits of blood-red, scanned the surroundings with a chilling intent to kill