Bright red blood fell to the ground like rubies.
It corroded the ground, forming holes. Then, it rose into the air and turned into a large amount of gray fog that swept in all directions like a storm.
Everyone felt their bodies tremble, but even so, they could not hide the shock in their hearts.
"A half-step fifth circle died just like that? That's Soran!"
"How is this possible? How could Lord Soran die? This is absolutely impossible!"
"He won? So fast? This must be a joke. Was this Lord Eli?"
Both the Bloodline Tower and the Warlocks of the Heart of the Abyss were extremely shocked. Their impression of Eli's past was rapidly overturned, rebuilt, overturned, and rebuilt!
Initially, everyone had been very dissatisfied with the fact that Eli had been bullied for the past few decades. They were not very optimistic about this war.
Everyone guessed that Eli might have the strength of a fourth-circle warlock.
