Below the mountain, on the battlefield, murderous and deathly auras interweaved, with black fog dancing with the dust.
Where the dense death energy reached, the originally lush flowers and plants on the plain withered and died, causing the swirling dust to rise into the air.
Previously, Leo Ray's attention had been focused on the undead. By the time he realized, the green plains shrouded in the dense black fog had become barren.
"Lord, the impact of this death energy often lasts for several years or even longer. If we want to restore life to this area early, only a plant-based magic expert can accomplish this," Lina said with a solemn expression.
Lina frowned, her wheatish face looking grave, "This is one of the reasons why I hate 'Controllers of Humans.' Destroying such lush greenery is a terrible sin."
Hearing Lina's words, Leo Ray nodded thoughtfully.
