"Ah!"
In the void, the Dark Ancient Demonic Dragon shook its head violently, letting out a painful groan.
"Dragon Ancestor, what's happening to you?"
The First Star Ancestor suddenly had a bad feeling and quickly asked with concern.
"My head hurts terribly!" the Dark Ancient Demonic Dragon cried out.
No sooner had its words fallen than the Silver Star Point on its forehead suddenly flared with a silvery glow, from which two figures slowly emerged.
It was Ye Yun and The Saint of Eight Extremes.
"The Saint of Eight Extremes?"
The Seven Star Ancestors stared, dumbfounded, at the two figures, a sense of great terror descending upon them. What kind of power did that young man in white possess? He had been trapped in the Silver Star Point by the Dragon Ancestor, yet he had forcefully broken out, even rescuing The Saint of Eight Extremes in the process! Such power was truly terrifying.
