Henry and the other Middle Earth elites took deep breaths, swiftly steadying their restless hearts.
From their vantage point high in the sky, and with the thick clouds as cover, they could only make out the vague outlines of the Kyrik King and his army approaching below.
However, Owen's eyes were extraordinary, and with his exceptional vision, he could clearly see everything.
At this moment, the Kyrik King, accompanied by six master-tier powerhouses, approached the mausoleum with a solemn expression.
The aura of pride exuded by the master-tier mages spread out, distorting the very air around them, creating a powerful pressure that warped the void.
Surrounded by these powerhouses, the Kyrik King, who had already changed into his royal robes and donned a gleaming crown, stood at the center of their formation.
