The phantom continued forth without stopping. It invaded the invisible net that covered the world and then emitted a sad and shrill scream. Gray flames erupted from the phantom before it was burnt to ashes. The Old Ancestor’s eyes dimmed a bit but his face remained cold and calm. Another phantom emerged from his body, burying itself into those gray flames once more.

Phantom after phantom emerged, withering away and burning away the power of the rules. Finally, when the invisible net eventually disappeared, 16 phantoms had stepped out from the Old Ancestor’s body. His complexion was incomparably dark and his face was pale. This was because their auras were connected and the deaths of the phantoms also injured him to a certain extent.

The blood dragon stood tall and firm. Its shattered scales quickly recovered and it looked at the Old Ancestor with an icy cold gaze. Then, it emitted a deep roar.

Bang –

The blood dragon exploded into countless blood red drops of rain. It fell down like an overwhelming shower, a tiny blood dragon phantom within every droplet.

The Old Ancestor’s complexion changed.

Every drop of blood rain contained the aura of the world killing tribulation. Although it had weakened a great deal, it was more than enough to kill any cultivator at the Divine Soul realm or below.

He could resist it but he would...