This moment,
seemed somewhat demonic and eerie.
Gazing far into the distance, dark clouds loomed overhead, and the massive Stars' Fight fell and shattered amidst the swaying of the gigantic tentacles.
An Lan's brows furrowed, feeling an unprecedented pressure.
Had this monster gone mad?
Was it going to self-destruct?
Otherwise, how could its strength have skyrocketed by several levels in an instant?!
Although the idea of a tactical retreat had flickered in his heart, An Lan's expression remained unchanged, still that of impenetrable depth.
He was An Lan, the Ancient Ancestor of all Imperial Clans, with a status beyond imagining.
He waved his hands, quickly forming complicated and ancient hand seals.
"Buzz..."
As those crystal-clear fingers danced like jade, the Immortal Shield before him suddenly burst into light and then began to expand violently.