"So you have stopped playing fair now, eh?"
Nux chuckled, his eyes staring at the 11,000 Wraiths surrounding him.
The dark skies of Umbrasol were heavy with the dense Death Energy. Umbrasol was prepared, it made sure this 'entity' couldn't escape. It didn't know why or how such a being could exist, but now that this entity was here, it needed to get rid of it.
The vast, lifeless plain stretched endlessly, its dried, greyish surface cracked and pulsating faintly with even more death energy that such a huge number of Wraiths emitted. It was a horrifying scene.
Each one of these Wraiths radiated power akin to a Divine Stage cultivator, the mightiest Divine Stage Cultivator that could be found in the Universe.
The Wraiths' spectral forms shifted and twisted continuously, it was as if their existence was being fed with mode power by the world that supported them.