Chapter - 3522

"Moreover, the core of the formation seems damaged. It appears the core has decayed over the years."

Indeed, a faint, damaged aura had already begun to emanate from the core of the formation.

This formation was evidently ancient, and it was unknown who had set it up in the first place.

Moreover, had the core not weathered over time, they might not have been able to locate the core of the formation easily, let alone break it.

Vesper instructed everyone, "Everyone, get ready. We're about to crack the core of the formation. Take out your weapons and be prepared to face any unexpected changes. Do you understand?"

Everyone nodded solemnly and quickly did as told.

In an instant, the brilliance of the weapons filled the sky. Each of them had drawn their respective weapons.

Each individual was a formidable force in the outside world, capable of holding their own. Otherwise, they wouldn't have had the qualifications to venture into the Secret Realm of Mount Kush, seeking opportunities alongside the top prodigies.

"Let's reign in our aura first. While we break the formation, set up the concealment formation, Anvindr," Zeke said.

Afterward, he cast a glance at Vesper. "Let's get started, then."

"Okay."

Vesper then unleashed a surge of demonic energy. The earth-shattering demonic energy surged toward the core of the formation.

Zeke let out a low grunt and threw a punch.

Boom!

The core of the formation trembled slightly after getting hit by the punch's force. Amidst the cracking sounds, parts of the core shattered.

Subsequently, under the onslaught of the demonic energy, the core of the formation exploded with a deafening boom.

The scenery around them shifted abruptly.

The true appearance of the Ancient Graveyard was startlingly revealed before their eyes.

Right ahead of Zeke's line of sight, a brilliant crimson moon appeared, bathing the land in a red glow.

This vast expanse of land was in ruin, with broken walls and remnants of structures scattered about.

As far as their eyes could see, only a shattered landscape of mountains and rivers was in sight. Countless skeletal remains and remnants of damaged black armor were scattered everywhere.

Traces of purple and red were everywhere, and it wasn't hard to discern what these purple and red traces were.

It was blood, blood that had remained there since ancient times and weathered thousands of years.

In the farthest distance, the most eye-catching object was a massive emerald green longsword.

It filled the sky and even blotted out the sky and the sun.

The emerald sword was plunged slantingly into the ground, sinking incredibly deep. It stretched across half the skyline, piercing into the heavens above. The hilt of the sword was obscured by the clouds, which were a foreboding shade of black, creating an atmosphere of intense oppression.

Under the glow of the blood-red moon, it seemed as if an aura of blood had seeped out, radiating an overwhelming malicious intent.

Beneath this emerald sword that pierced the heavens, there lay a remnant of a creature. Zeke and the others couldn't tell what the creature was, but it appeared to be a ferocious beast with four legs.

That was not all. The remnants of the ferocious beast even exuded the aura of Great Pryncyp.

Zeke could sense the aura from far away. The aura seemed to influence him, nearly disrupting his state of mind and almost inciting his temper.

Considering his state, the others were even more so. Their eyes turned red, and they were almost on the verge of losing control.

Zeke exuded an imposing aura, dispelling the oppressive aura. Only then did the others finally feel a bit more comfortable.

Upon witnessing the harsh surroundings here, Zeke furrowed his brows.

Just as he was about to speak, he noticed an unusual disturbance seeming to ripple through the air above his head.

Others, including Vesper, had also noticed it. Immediately, everyone's attention was drawn to it.

They saw a dark, skeletal Drakenthrall, shrouded in mist, aimlessly wandering before disappearing into the black clouds. Shortly after, it emerged and flew off into the distance.

It traveled with great speed, akin to a bolt of lightning.

If it weren't for the sharp spiritual consciousness of the cultivator, everyone might not have noticed the Drakenthrall.

Although the dark Drakenthrall's aura wasn't particularly formidable, it exuded a sense of suffocation.

"The ancient Drakenthrall, having endured ten thousand years, can naturally conceal its spiritual energy. Therefore, it doesn't appear to possess a powerful aura," Vesper explained nonchalantly.

She was afraid that others might mistakenly believe the dark Drakenthrall wasn't formidable.