At the same time, at the top of a desolate mountain.
The black-robed man, who was originally smiling, was already frowning. He stared at the bloody mouth that was chasing after Zhong Xianyuan, his heart filled with doubts.
"How can this be? Why did it directly attack? There are clearly still many Ancient Kings that haven't been devoured. This shouldn't have happened.
What went wrong? The Supreme Giant Clam is a mixed-blood ferocious beast that has been sublimated to the extreme. It already has some characteristics of a pure-blooded ferocious beast, and its strength is comparable to a True Immortal. Who in the Great Yan Holy Land can affect it?
Or could it be that a True Immortal weapon has awakened its power?"
The black-robed man looked at the phenomena in the sky and the Ancient Kings who were fleeing in all directions. Many guesses appeared in his mind, but he rejected them.