Surficial Tundra XII
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Half an hourglass later.
Buzz, buzz...
The signature mechanical sound of voidships could be heard. In the far-off night sky, the fuzzy outline of two voidships appeared.
The Occult Pulverizer of the voidship was like a bottomless giant mouth, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
It was a masterpiece of the Sorcerer World's mechanical art, enough to make any creature below the level of the World Lord feel challenging to fight against.
Whoosh, whoosh...
There were noises of hissing, howling, and wings flapping...
In front of the chaotic crowd of soul slaves, hundreds of Bright Sorcerers appeared in an organized and structured army, forming a sharp contrast with the mayhem behind them.
In the night sky, every elemental sorcerer appeared very mysterious with a dim layer of elemental halo surrounding them.
Two huge voidships flew side by side with the Demon-Hunter army, serving as bodyguards, appearing solid and indestructible.