At the Necromancer Association.
At this time every day, Dickey would come out of the building to check on the magic arrays around the Necromancer Association.
If the magic arrays outside were severely corroded, the Association would need to send people to repair them immediately.
These past few days, Dickey had been continuously repairing the magic arrays that sealed the death realm crevice, so he was a little tired, and his mental state wasn't at its best.
All of a sudden, Dickey sensed something. His brows furrowed, and he raised his head to look in a certain direction.
This was strange. There seemed to be something wrong with the flow of the aura of the death realm there. It seemed to be much weaker.
That's not right. Why would the aura of the death realm weaken in such a strange way?
Could there be a problem?
Dickey's brows furrowed. His first thought was that it wasn't good.
