An overwhelming grey shadow madly condensed behind the Liu brothers. In just a short time, it had formed into the semblance of a phantom Demon Beast. Its appearance was so indistinct that one couldn't make it out clearly. However, an ancient and peculiar fluctuation emanated from the Demon Beast, sending chills down one's spine.

As this phantom Demon Beast's image took shape, a deep and commanding voice echoed from the mouths of the Liu brothers: "Desolate Asura ...