476 The World Shakes, Eli's Harvest

A bright light shone on every inch of the warlock world.

Be it the sky, the uninhabited mountains, the desolate plateau, or even the land beneath the ground, the extreme north, and the ocean that occupied two-thirds of the world's surface, and everything was enveloped by the world's will at that moment.

At the bottom of the abyss.

The Balors hid in their eyes in panic, while the inferior demons and supreme demons hid in the caves. Many unlucky guys were trampled to death by a large number of demons.

All the Demon Kings and Demon Monarchs raised their heads to look at the top of the Abyss, their faces filled with shock.

All the demon powerhouses felt a familiar aura as if they recalled the years when the mages had once dominated them, an era filled with blood, tears, and fear.

"It's the world's will descending. It's as disgusting as ever!"