Countless tiny Starlight surrounded the huge star in the middle, forming a unique totem.
Song qingxiao's heart sank when she saw that there was no Necromancer on the altar.
What about the death mages? Song qingxiao's eyes were bloodshot as she patrolled the altar. At the same time, she released her psyche to search for any hidden auras.
The top of the altar was closer to the stars above, as if he could touch the Starlight by raising his hand. His spiritual power was in chaos, and the spiritual awareness he released was sucked in by the stars.
The altar was empty. The divine consciousness that was released sensed the thick death energy, but did not sense the existence of the Necromancer.
Could it be that there was no Necromancer here, and she had been deceived by the fugitives?
Song qingxiao instinctively turned around and looked back. On the stairs, the escapees were lined up with their heads lowered, struggling to climb up.
