In the darkness, a wailing sound gradually arose.
It sounded like a wolf's howl, yet also like the roar of tigers and leopards.
Many brave warriors felt a sense of impending doom at this moment.
Zhang Jian maintained a solemn expression, his Spiritual Power surging around him, while Yellow Talismans flew from his hands, forming a Talisman Array before the earth temple.
If any alien race dared to step forward, he would strike them down instantly.
Simultaneously, Zhang Jian noticed the Golden Pearl in his hand was faintly hot.
Every time he activated his Spiritual Power to use the Thunder Technique, the Spiritual Mechanism within the Golden Pearl would lightly pulsate, as if it was ready to go berserk at any moment.
An indescribable Spiritual Mechanism was leaking from it.
In Zhang Jian's extremely sensitive Innate Spiritual Sense, this mysterious Spiritual Mechanism was heavy, grand, conveying an unparalleled dominance.
