The three quickly dodged, simultaneously preparing to deal with any possible new threats.
At this moment, a deep voice echoed in the cave, "You mortals dare to desecrate my dwelling."
The three looked up, only to see a gigantic figure slowly emerge from the depths of the cave.
This figure was even larger than the previous apparition, exuding a suffocating pressure.
"What is this?" Hong Ling's voice trembled slightly.
"I am the Master of Netherworld Valley, you ants dare to disturb my slumber." The figure's voice thundered, making their eardrums ache.
Luo Chen gripped the Silver Moon Ice Blade tightly, knowing that this opponent was far stronger than the previous specters.
"We must unite, or we won't be able to defeat it."
Hong Ling and Qing Shuang nodded, knowing this was their final battle.
Luo Chen launched the first attack, the Silver Moon Ice Blade casting streaks of cold light, attempting to freeze the figure's movement.
