The desolate tomb, having completed its transformation, gradually returned to calm, its aura slowly fading away.
Even if you concentrated hard, it was difficult to detect the evil energy it emitted.
As if this terrifying entity, which occupied twenty meters, was just an ordinary grave.
The flowers swaying on the tomb seemed to suggest something.
Lear, in high spirits, exhaled deeply.
This transformation once again enhanced the power in his hands.
It was by no means as simple as a mere level-up.
After a brief moment of immersion.
From the top of the desolate tomb, tomb guards suddenly flew out, shooting towards the sky like arrows.
Their bodies were lightly tinged with a ghostly blue hue, appearing semi-transparent, with their lower bodies in a state of nothingness, holding scythes as sharp as those of the Death God.
Each scythe was inscribed with no less than 20 inscriptions.
