Sloan's deep and husky chant abruptly ended. Just when Ye Yinzhu thought he had succeeded, Sloan's aged, icy voice echoed from all directions, "A powerful and unique magic spell, melding the common characteristics of undead magic and spiritual magic. This the first time I've seen such a fusion of magic. Unfortunately, your current strength is far from sufficient to unleash its true power. If you could reach the level of 'Ten Thousand Death Souls,' perhaps you could succeed in stopping me. But it's too late now. You'll never have another opportunity."
In the center of the parade ground, the previously vanished Sloan reappeared. Beneath his feet was a huge purple-black hexagram with a diameter exceeding thirty meters, emitting a gloomy luster. A terrifying aura kept surging, even the ground beneath him was violently trembling.