Ye Tian paused in the forest clearing, raising his hand once more.
He spoke firmly, his voice resonating with authority...
"Death Realm."
In an instant, the fabric of reality tore apart. A dark portal materialized, forming out of cracks that sliced through the dimensions like a knife through paper.
The jagged edges of the rift shimmered ominously, releasing a torrent of Death Mana into the air.
The thick, oppressive energy rippled outward, suffocating everything in the vicinity.
Before him, a translucent black window appeared.
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[The skill 'Death Realm' has synchronized with Player Ye Tian's soul.]
[Effect: Any summons stored in the Death Realm now have a chance to grow stronger over time.]
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Ye Tian smirked.
"Sweet! Looks like you've got some potential, huh?"
He turned his gaze to the Sword Demon, standing loyally at his side, and commanded...
