Perhaps it was because autumn was approaching, but the sky above Silver Moon Valley was once again covered in thick dark clouds. The entire sky was dark, and even the sunlight could only penetrate a little.
Above the river valley, Situ's large body was standing on the head of a venom Wyvern while his eyes were observing the situation.
As far as his eyes could see, within ten miles, there were nearly a hundred venom Wyverns flapping their wings and roaring. On each of them, there were many warlocks that were fixed in place.
On the ground, there were thousands of warlocks gathered in an army. If one looked carefully, one could see that some of these people were surrounded. They were holding short black staffs in their hands, which exuded a strange aura.
And this aura was connected to the other magic staves that were also held in the hands of other Warlocks!
These were their special weapons, which they had once obtained from the wizard ruins.
