Hovering above the mountain range of the divine crystal lode were dozens of battleships, with even more war chariots moving around. The warriors of the Divine Light were waiting, watching over the entrance of the lode.
More and more mining slaves and Divine Light warriors rushed out of the place. Their faces were blue or purple. After they got out for not too far a distance, they coughed, vomited blood, and then died. None of them could resist for a long time.
"What's going on?"
Sana's stiff face was now anxious and restless while his angry voice echoed.
No one answered him.
The warriors and mining slaves of Divine Light getting out of the lode didn't have the time to talk. They were busy covering their mouths and necks, struggling in pain and shrieking shrilly. Shortly after, no one was left alive.
