As expected, the time it took for the Twisted Shadow to raise the Divine Fire Stage was longer than that for the Mother of the Marsh.
Because it had more followers, and it also inherited the legacy of the Ancients.
"Will the nemesis of the God of the Deep Sea become aware of its existence because of this?"
"Philomena is still weak, so weak that the Old Foes of the Ancients cannot distinguish her traces, they only think of crows feasting on rotten flesh... The strange tribes have arrived."
Lu Li's gaze fell towards the edge of the camp, where the defense formed by the Banyan Tree Guardians blocked the attacking strangeness — from his observation to their assault.
The only proof of their arrival was the faint glow from the Mother of the Marsh, the fluttering roots of the Banyan Tree Guardians, and the gradually spreading breath of death.
"I can feel the aura of the Evil God," Lu Li gradually frowned.
"They have summoned the Evil God's phantom..." the Mother of the Marsh replied.
