And the many strong warriors fighting fiercely had finally annihilated all of the so-called black fog.
When the battle ended, the heart of every warrior shuddered. A team of over a hundred now reduced to less than sixty people. Such a heavy toll in deaths was unexpected by everyone.
The fifty to sixty who died turned into pure white bones, forever remaining in the secret realm of the Sterr Family.
"How is this possible! I didn't feel a thing. How could so many have died?" a Golden Core Middle-Stage warrior muttered darkly.
Everyone's faces turned grim as they felt like prey trapped in a cage, with someone always ready to hunt them down.
Old Sterr's eyes suddenly shone with golden light, "The treasure left by our ancestors!"
At these words, everyone quickly turned around only to see a golden luminescent dot rapidly entering into the body of a Golden Core Middle-Stage warrior.
Boom!
