All the sorcerers knew that they were powerless to resist the invasion of the terrifying evil gods that had descended upon the world. They could destroy, rule, destroy, enslave, and the only thing they could offer was their lives. Using their lives to exchange for the only truth in the world was the last dignity of this land.
BOOM!
The souls of the dead from all directions gathered and formed a storm. Pandora's Box floated in the sky and gathered into a slowly rotating energy vortex. Countless ghost serum was like tentacles, winding around.
In fact, other than the Magi who had died within a hundred years and still had incomplete memories, most of the wandering souls had already turned into pure heaven and earth energy.
However, this world Energy was also driven by the floating dead souls, slowly flying to the center. After all, when a vortex began to completely form, the unconscious scattered energy would also be quickly drawn in.
