That meant if that person activated the formation, every creature on this continent would perish.
Initially, it was believed that only a few thousand students were to be sacrificed, but now it seemed that these students were merely an appetizer!
The lives on this continent were surely more than a million?
John's hands trembled with anger, feeling for the first time how malevolent these people were.
"So even if we didn't help you, we'd all be headed for certain death anyway. Might as well see just how far your limits can go," Old Nick said with a hearty laugh, though a trickle of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth.
His shaking hands pulled a bottle of monkey wine from his pocket and he carefully took a sip.
"Back in the day, the Gnome race had the finest brewing techniques. We were, ah, the best of friends, but sadly they seemed to have disappeared."
