Thud! Thud! Thud!

The Earth-Nether Dark Python showed its true body, that huge frame roving restlessly through the grim great tomb, hunting out every living thing in it; one careless sweep of its tail set the whole tomb ringing.

That vast force could not truly break the Treasure-Moon great tomb, but it soaked down into the earth veins, so that the wide stretch of forbidden ground around it opened in dense cracks like a spiderweb, as though the whole of it were about to come apart.

In the whole tomb, eight tomb-keeping tiger demons were left.

Perhaps because they had held this tomb so long, the many powers of Xihong had gradually forgotten their names. But by strength, these great demons of the older generation could make most of the so-called young prodigies submit with ease.

Now these old demons sat each in its own place of rest, palms trembling as they worked the Treasure-Moon Soul-Suppressing Grand Formation, sweat running off them until their filthy tangled fur was nearly soaked through.

Their faces had gone from fury to terror by degrees.

Even with ten thousand years' familiarity, they worked this grand formation in perfect concert, as though they were one creature.

In the end it was still not the same as one man holding the formation alone.

Though they had put out all their strength, they could not take back control of the gray mist. To keep the mist from turning on them was already the limit of what they could do.

Still worse… the one holding the formation against them had more of the diagrams than they did.

There was a traitor within! And this was a plot carefully laid over many years!

Eight tomb-keeping tiger demons' hearts shook in the same instant.

In this place called Xihong, what power would dare turn its mind on the Bright-Moon Frost Tiger clan's great tomb, and what did it want?

Before long that round python body, filling nearly every passage of the tomb, came into their sight, its wet scales like the hardest treasure-iron in the world, the thick demon qi…