The Fallen Demons surged like a tide; if it were an ordinary army, they would have collapsed after a few charges.
However, despite the enemy's ferocity, the Desolate Tomb showed no fear.
Standing on the Land of Crimson Rot, the damage caused by the opponent's attacks could immediately be repaired by consuming energy.
At this moment, the Land of Crimson Rot had gathered an amount of energy that even struck fear into Lear's heart, not at all afraid of some consumption.
The chains extending from the graves were as agile as octopus tentacles, pulling out the demons' souls alive to devour them.
The scene was bizarre and terrifying.
At the same time, a large number of Deserted Tomb Guards gathered around to assist in the Desolate Tomb's hunting.
With the addition of this new power, the slaughter became more efficient.
Seeing this, Lear felt quite pleased.
The Desolate Tomb had come of its own accord, practically a free gift.
