Chapitre 665: Retrieving The Page

Rowan could barely hold this amount of realities in one place, in addition to the fact that this body was being eradicated, every single moment that passed he was losing thousands of Blood Mort.

What first appeared to be a small cloud filled with buzzing smoke suddenly expanded and covered countless miles, drowning the figures of the Archmage's shattering Towers and even Andar in the distance.

It was as if a red sea had appeared that covered this entire section of the Underverse, filling this area with a noxious stench that had a harsh smell of blood.

The first of his Consciousness followed the greatest purpose he came here for—the page of the Primordial Record.

A relatively small cluster of Blood Mort that was the collective size of a river plunged into the ground, their activities hidden by the vast array of insects filling this entire region, and their activities went unnoticed.