Bab 377: Will of Resistance

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With the massive distorting pressure gradually dying down, the hatch to the giant silkworm cocoon opened up. Awaiting outside the cocoon was a soft-bodied soul slave, whose leathery skin was rosy-red.

"O great Demon-Hunter Sorcerers, welcome back to the Holy Tower of the Seven Rings of the Sorcerer World."

The Dark-Demon Hunters inside the giant silkworm cocoon rose up one by one from their seats. Despite each of them possessing distinct mannerisms, they all exited the vessel with the same cold, indifferent expression.

Grimm tightened his grip on the Sabbatic Goat Staff before his figure broke down into a floating, blurry pile of yellow-sand. The two-colored eyes beneath the gray-white swirling Mask of Truth glanced at the gigantic Six Asterism Magical Array before shifting its gaze towards the walls that wound its way around the massive square.