After realizing that his actions were useless, the monarch immediately gave up his previous plan. He raised his hands and put them together.
Its two palms were like two pitch-black bones, and the crisp sound of bones colliding could be heard when they touched.
The black smoke turned into countless dark creatures and jumped up. The black gas between their hands combined into one, gradually forming a black vortex.
The vortex spun crazily, letting out a 'Wu Wu' sound of the wind.
In the center of the vortex, there seemed to be countless black dots flashing, and a powerful suction force was exuding from the vortex.
'Hu-'
The dark creatures that had just formed and the demon bats that were close to the vortex were sucked back into the vortex before they could escape.
At the same time, the trees under the village shook violently, and the rustling of dead leaves was heard.
