The golden drizzle slowly sprinkled down. The black gas enshrouding the ground slowly faded away.
At this moment, countless magic beasts were roaring and panicking. Dead souls, who seldom appeared during the day, were rushing out from underground in a frenzy and were spewing out black smoke with all their might. That was a thick and rich negative energy, something that was as important as their blood and life.
Despite their low intelligence level, these magic beasts who were infected by the negative energy, as well as the dead souls, did still have the basic instinct for sensing danger. Their instincts were telling them that a great crisis was about to happen soon.
At this moment, they were left with no other choice but to fight this crisis with all their might.
But it was useless.
