Minis eventually caught up with that floating black cloud.
And a unique electromagnetic consciousness wave kept probing, the trembling black cloud suddenly halted, revealing an intimate aura amidst the chaotic consciousness.
"Even if everything is lost, the remnants of my clan still remember me."
Minis stopped and looked at the sky's black cloud from a plain, feeling a sense of nostalgia in his heart: "Have you come to see me?"
The cloud suddenly descended.
Covering this land, wisps of gray mist-like remnants of souls surrounded it, turning the area into a gloomy mist graveyard instantly.
Minis was initially stunned, then quickly strode forward, approaching the graveyard.
"Herodotus, after you left, this world became increasingly lively."
He stood silently, trying to communicate, surrounded by silence, yet still sensing the long-lost presence of an old friend, that persistent and resolute man.
"This is your last trace in this world."
