Chapter 5900

Wherever the sound traveled, space itself trembled, and time seemed to freeze.

Every cultivator in the Evil Dao Hall halted at once, as if nailed in place.

Those who had charged toward the mountain gate were struck even harder—like being hit by lightning. They grunted, were blasted backward, and crashed away, blood streaming from their seven orifices.

The expressions of the three deputy hall masters shifted simultaneously.

“What kind of sound is this?” the Bone Demon Deputy Hall Master asked, frowning.

“A dragon chant… and an extremely pure dragon roar,” said the deputy hall master of the Soul Annihilation Hall in a grave tone. “How can there be a dragon clan within the Earth Fire Pavilion?”

The deputy hall master of the Demon Hall narrowed his eyes and stared in the direction the sound came from. “Whatever it is, it dies today.”