Chapter 698: The Land of Desolation

There was a saying that everything in the world, when all its energy and existence was devoured, would either be transformed into pure white or pure black. After the world turned into a pale and desolate one, even the walls became snow-white.

The puppets straightened their backs, their eyes fixated on the sky over their heads. Their mouths were open and their arms stretched out to embrace the sky.

Behind the mountain, there was an increasingly loud growl. It was like ten thousand horses galloping, and the earth was shaking. Accompanied by a shriek, hundreds of familiars ran out from behind the mountain, each of them in the King tier. The vast energy colored the pale sky a red flush.