บท 974: Sword Cultivator? Tsk!

When the Demon Dragon entered the Bramble Bird Kingdom.

On the other side.

The border between the Strife Zones and the Mystic Zones.

The Soul Shrieker was being blocked by Black Hound.

Its long, high-pitched shriek slowly faded.

From the blurry fog, every hidden lifeform had their soul absorbed while their bodies were swept away by the wind of the space vortex.

Black Hound wielded the scepter of Death and remained where it was, completely intact.

「『 That is impossible! 」』

The Soul Shrieker stared closely at Black Hound's scepter, displaying an expression of disbelief for the first time.

「『 That era has long ago ended, the so-called Deities have already left to somewhere unknown. You should be nothing but specks of remnant dust that remained of that time, how could you wield the power of Death!? 」』

This seemed like a complaint, but it also felt like a question.