Angry monsters like deformed bats flew through the sky, and their shrill cries chilled the blood of everyone who heard the sound. Furious bloodletters and blood-crushers rushed through the world, and many masked dancers wanted to soothe the darkness.

The master's tired mind and depressed mood led him to perform a beautiful dance in the palace.

They quietly skipped over the shattered dreams that appeared on the ballroom floor one after another, jumped over the vaguely floating broken oaths of love, and performed to a level that they had never reached before. Each sensual stretch evolved flawlessly into

The next movement is so graceful that no one can see their dance clearly...

The Chaos Evil Gods have begun to further penetrate into the mortal world, and the role of the great guardian is being continuously weakened.

The giant pure white marble door at the end of the long bridge opened, and the high elf who walked in was Belannar the Wise, the second-ranking mage of the Council of Supreme Mages.

The visitor said: "Your Excellency Teclis, the Demon Swordsmen's entourage and the entire team of Hoth Sword Saints have been assembled."

"Set off."

Slight footsteps sounded

Teclis strode across the long bridge, and the blue light only left the tall mage's thin back behind Tyrion behind him.

Watching his brother leave step by step, Tyrion knew that he could not convince him, so

"When you leave Ulthuan to find answers! I will ensure that you have a home to return to! Teclis!" the war lord said loudly, and ripples were caused by the blue light ball dozens of meters behind him.

The Supreme Master stepped into the teleportation circle outside the door, paused for a moment, and after a while, his body slowly disappeared into the light group.
Chapter completed!