Three thousand miles away.
"Fortunately, no big trouble occurred." Yasen looked at the retracting Dark Divine Power and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
A moment later, as the Dark Divine Power completely retracted into the great canyon... or rather, the great basin, Yasen flew above the basin, carefully observing the situation below.
Through the thin Dark Divine Power, he saw Hisham sitting cross-legged on the nose of the God of Darkness.
His figure was hunched, nothing like his former spirited and vigorous demeanor.
"Hisham, what on earth happened?" Yasen asked with a frown.
A problem with a councilor is a huge blow to the entire Wizard Alliance.
Including Hisham, there were only twenty-three Five-Ring Mages in the entire Wizard Alliance.
Without understanding clearly, he did not dare to leave just like that.
"It's nothing, just a failure of a witchcraft experiment." Hisham shook his head, his voice hoarse.
