章 1127: Rank Three (Part 4)

"How is this possible? It's not even half an hour since we came here. How can more than three hundred thousand soldiers, including four Rank Three ones already be dead?" Utharic roared in a voice filled with disbelief as he stared at the racial weapon in his hands.

"Three hundred thousand soldiers are dead..." Nythor also showed a look of horror on his face and turned to look at Evan, who was still smiling.

'So that's the racial weapon Mor'Zarak spoke about...' Evan said inwardly as he looked at the black staff in Utharic's hand. He was very curious about this thing because, according to Mor'Zarak, it was the strongest artefact of the Eldranthia Empire.

However, due to the high level of this artefact, Mor'Zarak wasn't qualified to know many details about it.