Passing Through
編輯: Larbre Studio
"The Netherworld is only in charge of the dead. What happens to the human world has nothing to do with us," said the Grim Reaper. He stood at the side, looking indifferently at the black stones that rolled past his feet. He was as cold-blooded as always.
Above the wilderness, a blood-red tactical formation left a complicated and ancient burn mark on the ground.
Numerous magical beasts and ghosts were absorbed into the tactical formation, exploding into blood mist the moment they entered it.
The blood mist would then be transferred rapidly into every line of the tactical formation, lighting them up.
A day and a night elapsed.
The people looked on as the magical beasts on Earth were absorbed by a strange force into a thick layer of clouds.
They had never seen this kind of terrifying power before.