If Wu Xiaode had not spoken with the World Will, he would have thought the world had already been destroyed.
Outside the city walls.
Lava surged from the earth, piercing the sky.
All kinds of sounds echoed continuously within the fierce lava.
The murky rain clouds emitted terrifying roars.
As for the blood-red skeletons walking on the ground, they seemed to have souls—
These skeletons struggled valiantly in the deep red lava, screaming and wailing like humans.
But it was meaningless.
In the river of fire, everything was gradually being utterly destroyed.
"Increase the output of the Defense Array!"
Wu Xiaode shouted loudly.
On the city walls, the Array Masters were sweating like rain.
"We're running out of Soul Power."
An Array Master yelled loudly.
His face was pale, his hands pressing down so hard on the Array Plate that all ten fingers turned white, almost sinking into the plate.
"Ease your mind, use my Soul Power."
