As Robbie slew the King, the massacre in the hall slowly subsided.
Gu Xi took two steps forward, and with a heavy point of his right hand holding the Cold Wind Staff, he tapped it on the ground.
The inconspicuous ring on the index finger of Gu Xi's right hand flickered for a moment.
Within the fifteen-kilometer radius centered on Gu Xi, all living creatures, even the mice underground outside the woods, felt so tired of living, they might as well just die.
As a result, these lives began to self-harm one after another.
Those with slightly lower life force just simply died.
As for the castle in front of them, it was the place most severely affected.
In just an instant, the balance between life and death power within the castle was broken.
All the half-alive creatures took a blade to themselves.
Because their existence was originally meant to trap players who came in.
Their life was simply not high.
As soon as players took action, they had to die.
