Inside the gray fog space.
“Messenger! We... We can’t control Beimonte Anymore!”
The Dark Elf elders hurriedly ran into the messenger’s hateful hibernation place. The moment they stepped in, they were forced back by the gray fog.
“Don’t Disturb Me!”
The hateful voice was filled with anger. The Dark Elf elders could only hurriedly leave his hibernation place.
Without the Dark Elves’interference, the hatred poured its consciousness directly into its clones.
In less than three days, the hatred had already sensed a threat from the intruders.
Less than half of its remaining energy had been used up, and even suppressing the will of the second host, basimonte, was difficult.
If this continued... the hatred would really be destroyed by those guys!
It had tried countless ways to obtain energy over the past few days, but the pestilence of the country of steel and the country of Frost had already been cured. It was too difficult to stir up the hatred between the two races.
