The real world.
The Third Monarch's Command Tent.
Inside the command tent, it was pitch-black, save for the faint, flickering embers of golden flames.
At this moment, Fang Yang's eyes were closed as he reclined on the monarch's throne.
The next moment, with a low hum, the True Essence Sea in his first aperture was no longer as placid as a mirror-like lake.
SPLASH...
Like a great river churning with massive waves, torrents of True Essence surged, crashing against the phantom of the Three-legged Crow.
The phantom of the Three-legged Crow trembled, frantically absorbing the True Essence as its entire body burst forth with divine light.
Its form was covered in a dense network of Fire and Sword Dao Runes, causing it to constantly transform and emit a terrifyingly powerful aura.
In an instant, the dim command tent was illuminated by a blazing firelight that shot straight through the Array, becoming visible outside.
BOOM!
Outside the tent, it was as if a thunderstorm had erupted.
