What alarms them even more is that this stone jar seems to have undergone some unknown transformation. It is no longer dormant and can now evolve by consuming the blood and flesh of his people, reaching the pinnacle of bizarreness.
"Do you think that relying on this stone jar can turn the tide of battle?"
A Phantom Primordial Ancestor spoke coldly, his voice filled with endless murderous intent.
Anyone would be driven mad, not mentioning those puppets summoned by the True Ancestor, comparable to the beings of an Immortal Emperor, and even his race's ten Phantom Immortal Emperors have already lost half their number.
The Ancestral Land cannot resurrect them.
An unprecedented massive loss.
"Boom!"
In the next moment, the ten Phantom Primordial Ancestors simultaneously erupted, terrifying power like an apocalyptic storm swept towards Jiang Hui.