"There's actually such an existence!" Ye Bai's brow furrowed, "I feel like something's not right. With the presence of the God of Lost, the Lost Land seems like a breeding ground to be harvested once it reaches a certain level."
Jiang Ming also had this thought.
"The Warzone of Ten Thousand Tribes is just a mist!" The Holy Heart sighed slightly.
The blood lake swirled, its undercurrents extremely terrifying.
Jiang Ming struggled to defend himself against it.
Above them, the aftermath of power was even more terrifying, tearing apart Heaven and Earth, collapsing order, causing fear for everyone, and occasionally triggering storms which made them uneasy.
"Do you think that the presence of so many powerful beings here will attract the God of Lost?" Ye Bai spoke in a low voice.
