The mountain shook and the ground quaked, with debris crumbling down.
In the dark and damp underground crevices, soil and stones continuously clattered, while startled snakes, insects, rats, and ants scrambled to flee. A gurgling yellow fluid seeped from the earth fissures.
An elder from the Ancient Race curled up, suppressing his presence in a narrow crack.
His fangs were hideous, fiercely glaring upwards. His body was covered with wounds, emitting a faint golden glow that slowly dissipated.
This was a sign that the Little World was about to shatter. It was hard to imagine an Immortal Level individual in such a dire state, hiding like a rat in the earth's fissures.
Above was a desolate mountain, barren and jagged, where several Black Wolf Demon Immortals hovered in the air, then a giant bright moon rose, its cold light forming a net that tightly surrounded the area.
"The aura still remains, not sure what Secret Skill was used…"
