A large village.
At this moment,
Dark clouds shrouded the sky above.
A pitch-black flagpole, wreathed in black smoke, hovered high in the air. It radiated a strange power that extended for miles, blanketing the entire village, which had once been home to tens of thousands.
The village's Protective Array had been completely shattered.
Collapsed houses,
Ruined streets,
And bodies strewn everywhere.
Under the influence of some unknown force, the Essence Qi was being rapidly drained from these bodies, leaving behind mummy-like husks. They looked as if they had been weathered for a thousand years, ready to crumble into dust at the slightest touch.
Terrifying, resentful souls and skulls billowing with dark smoke roamed between heaven and earth.
Wails and howls
intertwined.
A scene of apocalyptic death.
However,
in the center of the village, a few scattered glimmers of Magical Power still shone.
