However, it would take at least a thousand or even ten thousand years to recover the strength of his main body.
This period of time was enough for the wizards to make preparations.
However, the reason why Luther's brows could not relax was not because of the Father of Plagues, nor was it because of the Plague Divine Power that was eroding his soul and will.
It was an unknown danger from the Land of Darkness.
The crystal ball in front of him was completely dark.
"Hiss hiss... Rustle..."
Like a cassette recorder, a certain voice came from the crystal ball.
This voice was terrifying, crazy, angry, hungry, and savage, as if it wanted to devour everything.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a vast willpower pervading the wizard tower. The level of this willpower was so high that even Deep Blue Sage, who had just defeated the Father of Plagues, could not help but change his expression.
He did not know who the owner of this will was.
