Three hours had passed since Cyrus had entered the bronze dimension.
At this moment, a small goblin village was in absolute chaos as all the goblins were running in every direction, and another thing common among them was they were running in the opposite direction from their crude huts.
However, before they could even reach the boundary of their village, a sneering cold voice rang.
"Why are you guys running away now? Wind Storm!"
Just as the icy voice trailed off, violent winds started to stir like crazy before a small storm suddenly formed, and all those running goblins got absorbed in it before they started to be cleaved by the sharp winds.
The storm only lasted for about five seconds before it died down, and what remained was deadly silent in the village and broke pieces of the crude huts.
But something even more absurd happened as all those blood stains and mingled limbs started to vanish almost instantly.
