The sinister voice echoed in the air abruptly, sending chills down everyone's spine.
Even Wang Teng, who was standing on the Crimson Lightning Eagle's head, felt his heart tightening. He felt extremely uncomfortable. His body seemed to be enveloped by a sinister aura.
The Spiritual Bone Race devil titan on the Dragon of Death Bone's head trembled violently. He looked into the black mist in the distance.
At the same time, the others looked in the direction of the sound.
In the space shrouded in black mist, black mist rolled up like black dragons, intertwining and rolling around one another. Finally, a huge skeleton throne was revealed.
The throne was enormous. It stood erected in the air like a small mountain.
Its entire body was made up of all kinds of bones. The sharp bones were like sharp swords. They stabbed into the back of the throne, soaring into the sky as if they could pierce through space.
