Arrival of Darkness

The God race commander of the Darkness Army was a gloomy middle-aged man. He had short hair and a thin face, his eyes sharp as he waved his staff slowly in front of him.

The many black-robed God race beings behind him waved their staffs as well.

One after another, pitch-black mists spread and enveloped the Mystic Magnet Mountain like billowing smoke.

The skies darkened instantly!

It was as though the entire world was shrouded by darkness!

The temperature dipped!

In the blink of an eye, the Mystic Magnet Mountain was enveloped by the black fog!

"Mmm?"

Su Zimo furrowed his brows slightly.

He had already lost control of the Mystic Magnet Mountain when the darkness descended!

However, he could clearly sense that the power of the Mystic Magnet Mountain was weakening rapidly under the envelopment of the black fog.

"Clansmen, the Darkness Army is here!"