The Earthly Dark Python revealed its true form, its massive body roamed unpredictably within the ominous Great Tomb, seizing any sign of life – a casual swing of its tail caused the entire mausoleum to erupt in a thunderous roar.
The vast force was unable to truly damage the Precious Moon Great Tomb, but it seeped into the earth’s veins, creating spider web-like dense cracks in the surrounding forbidden zone of living beings, as if it were about to completely collapse.
Within the entire tomb, there were still eight Tomb-Guarding Tiger Demons left.
Perhaps due to their long tenure guarding this tomb, the powers of Western Hong had gradually forgotten their reputation, but when it came to strength, this group of elder Great Demons could easily subdue most of the so-called young prodigies.
At this moment, these old demons were trembling in their respective habitats, their hands controlling the Precious Moon Soul-Calming Great Array; sweat poured down like rain, almost soaking their dirty and disheveled fur.
Their expressions also changed from furious to frightened.
Even with thousands of years of familiarity, their operation of the Great Array was so perfectly coordinated, it was as though they were one person.
But ultimately, there was still a gap compared to a real single person controlling the array.
Even with all their might, they could not wrest control of the grey fog back; not being devoured by the fog momentarily was already their limit.
What’s more... the person controlling the array opposite them had more Formation Maps at their disposal.
There was a traitor! And this was a conspiracy that had been meticulously planned for many years!
A tremor ran through the hearts of the eight Tomb-Guarding Tiger Demons at the same time.
In Western Hong, which power dared to cast their covetous eyes upon the Great Tomb of the Frost Tiger Clan, and what did they seek?
Very soon, the round Python body that nearly occupied all the tomb passages came into view, its damp scales shone like the world’s hardest precious steel, the thick demon aura it exuded instinctively moved onlookers.
What a terrifying Great Demon this was!
Although the opponent’s strength was not at the Unity Realm Stage, the richness of its bloodline exceeded most of the Demon Race seen within Western Hong, including the Frost Tiger Clan.
Which power was willing to risk such a being to attack a tomb that was almost worthless?
Could it be that they had offended the Demon Race of Northern Hong?
At this thought, the hearts of the Tomb-Guarding Tiger Demons beat even more violently.
Fortunately, the scene did not last long.
A loud crash echoed through the tomb as the massive python head collided with it, its crimson tongue flicking in and out, its cold eyes staring straight ahead.
As the Python Demon approached, the hearts of the cornered Tomb-Guarding Tiger Demons suddenly stopped.
They instinctively split their attention to resist, but as soon as they relinquished control over the Formation, the roar of the grey fog resounded by their ears!
This Unity Realm Stage array that guarded the tomb had now become their death knell.
"If there’s anything... I beg you to discuss it with our clan leader... There’s nothing here..." the Tomb-Guarding White Tiger said, eyeing the Python Demon’s calm eyes, feeling the final thread of despair, as it ignited all its essence blood, unleashing strength from its arms that almost matched the Boundary of the Four Cities, hoping to repel the giant python!
However, the sharp tiger claws crashed fiercely onto the dark scales, unable to shake it the slightest bit, instead causing a muffled sound of bones breaking in its arms.
The strength of the two was not on the same level.
You Chang suddenly slammed it against the stone wall, and in the instant before the White Tiger could scream, it retreated and then repeatedly collided.
This sturdy Great Tomb, impregnable without someone from the Unity Realm Stage, completely cut off the last sliver of life for the Tiger Demon.
It could only desperately pummel the python’s head until it was ground into a pile of mush.
In the rest of the tomb, raging Heartflame rampaged uncontrollably; the Tiger Demon Town Stone, barely managing the new body, staggered forward, then easily reaped the lives of its former comrades with a crushing force.
In front of these three Town Stones, these elder Tiger Demons were no different from fish on a chopping board, with no chance of holding out for backup from their clan.
Amid such obvious commotion.
There remained but one quiet place in the entire tomb.
In the main burial chamber.
Shen Yi casually shut the heavy stone door behind him, and his gaze fell upon the cold, flat stone platform before him.
A "small" seven-foot-long corpse lay there.
It was deemed small because it was a Frost Tiger, and compared to its kin, this corpse was nothing short of tiny.
At this moment, the Frost Tiger exhibited a most bizarre state.
Its body was mostly decayed, revealing grim white bones, with few hairs left on its limbs that looked blotchy and ugly as if it had been dead for a long time.
And yet, the remaining flesh, nourished by Yue Hua, still maintained vigorous vitality.
This mix of life and death appeared exceptionally eerie within the ominous Great Tomb.
Shen Yi quietly approached and looked down at the other.
It was only now that he realized the Tiger Demon still had its eyes open, its dull and lightless eyes devoid of any emotion, but clearly, it was still alive.
If a third person were present, they would notice a particularly absurd sight.
That was that the man in black robes and the peculiar Frost Tiger shared an exhaustion in their eyes that was nearly identical.
This weariness was not ordinary, as if they had endured inconceivable torment across the ages, barely keeping their sanity intact.