Time slowly passed. The rumbling sounds in the underground chamber continued to billow like rushing rivers. Behind the Witchcraft Sect Master, the unconscious Little Ancestor quietly opened his eyes, burning heat flashing in them.

Perhaps the chance he had bitterly waited for during all these years was going to arrive soon. If this was true, then it wouldn’t be long before he could realize his dream!

He looked at the black mask and roared in his heart, “Don’t break apart! Use up more of his strength and force him to interrupt his witchcraft!”

The Witchcraft Sect Master would not be able to passively withstand the terrifying backlash of witchcraft. Once the Witchcraft Sect Master used his trump card, his turning point would appear.

Kacha –

Little Ancestor’s prayers didn’t seem to have any effect. The third crack appeared, exactly between the mask’s eyebrows. It was like a saber passing through space and time, ruthlessly slashing down on the mask!

When the crack appeared, it seemed to release the essence,...