As God King Hill half-knelt down to the Queen of the Abyss, Yulia.

Hundreds of dark red rays of light gushed out from Queen of the Abyss Yulia, turning into graceful arcs and falling on the surrendered heroes with residual souls.

Suddenly, a painful wailing sound came from the cemetery.

The power of the abyss is forced into the body, and the mark of the abyss is implanted in the soul.

The pain caused is no less than tearing apart the soul itself.

Even the God King Hill had a painful expression on his face, his whole body was shaking, and even his shadow was about to disappear.

However, this pain did not last long, after more than ten seconds.

God King Hill recovered and felt the connection between the abyss and himself.

These remnant soul heroes were recognized by Abyss and directly became Abyss nobles.

As their connection to the Abyss solidifies.

The eyes of the remaining heroes flashed with blood-red light.

At the same time, the power of the abyss on his body expanded and turned into balls of red fire one by one.

These abyssal fires, just like when they were on the Aqua Blue Star, could eat the solidified spiritual energy to continuously strengthen and supply themselves.

It actually began to backfire on the strange black matter on this chaotic-dominated continent, turning it into part of the power of the abyss, and flooding the host body.

As a result, some of the remnant souls gradually began to materialize!

"You can actually recreate my physical body!"

God King Hill looked at Queen of the Abyss Yulia with a complicated expression.

He thought he had overestimated the Queen of the Abyss, Yulia, but unexpectedly, he ended up underestimating the power of the Night Goddess...

This guy is clearly a more terrifying monster than the Chaos Lord!

"During the time we were imprisoned, has the witchcraft civilization in the space-time sea developed to this extent?"

God King Hill murmured to himself.

The Queen of the Abyss, Yulia, shook her head slightly, looked at these newly acquired slaves and said:

"There are really a lot of interesting variations in the applications of witchcraft and alchemy."

"But the development ceiling has not been raised."

"Similar to the era of my predecessor, there is still no real wizard of the glowing moon born."

"Even other peerless geniuses of the same generation created today's forbidden land-level forces."

"But it's just a few more lunatics and a few more glowing moon artifacts in the space-time sea."

After Yulia, Queen of the Abyss, said these words, the implication was: She is really awesome, but she did not rely on the east wind that has been developed by the outside world for thousands of years.

After hearing this, God King Hill and others had no doubts. After all, after they went out, they would immediately know that there was no need for Yulia, the Queen of the Abyss, to deceive them about such a big matter.

They felt a little relieved in their hearts. It doesn't seem too embarrassing to be the slave of such an awesome existence, right?

God King Hill and others did not continue to ask. They felt that their strength was beginning to recover, their bodies were being repaired, and the power of the abyss in their bodies continued to show abilities that amazed them.

Each of these heroes with residual souls also had serious expressions.

They began to recall the separated souls that had been cut off.

Along with the deep connection.

In this dark continent.

Hundreds of people who were wandering in the ruins, eking out an existence, suddenly felt a stabbing pain in their brains.

Immediately, they all softened to the ground, becoming delicious food for the surrounding dark creatures.

Among them was the young-looking patriarch of the tribe where the ancient wizard Lomon Losov belonged.

In front of Lomon Losov, the patriarch suddenly fell to the ground. Amidst the bursts of exclamations, he only left one last word: "That's it."

This time, the souls of these fallen people were not swallowed up by the strange substances around them. Instead, following a certain connection, they flew out and returned to the bodies of the remaining heroes in the cemetery.

The souls of these people are mixed with a large amount of black strange substances, and some are even controlled by many black threads.

However, after coming into contact with the power of the abyss.

Instead, the strange black substance was melted and swallowed, and the threads all broke in a short period of time.

It's just that God King Hill and others looked a little ugly after absorbing the divided souls.

They have also endured the tortured memories of their separated souls for thousands of years.

It can take as long as twenty or thirty years, or as short as five years, and you will have to endure an experience from hope to despair and then witness the demise of the tribe.

They all came crashing down at once.

It was hard for strong men like them to bear it.

He had to rely on the support of the power of the abyss to seal part of his memory, so he didn't have a mental breakdown on the spot.

However, these people all looked at this continent with deep hatred.

Being tortured like this, they hated the Chaos Lord deeply!

They let go of their bodies and minds, opened the energy channel between them and the abyss, and let the aura of the abyss flow out as much as possible.

These abyssal breaths spread crazily, just like they once eroded other continents.

Although this lifeless continent dominated by chaos is unprecedentedly vast and huge, it also contains all kinds of chaotic energy.

But these are no different to the breath of the abyss.

Anyway, it’s all nourishment!

There are also wisps of the power of the abyss, following those black threads, sinking into the depths of the earth, constantly exploring, assimilating, and devouring.

This method of the power of the abyss gradually spreads like cancer cells that have sneaked into the human body.

Buzz!

As the power of the abyss began to overflow.

Chaos dominates the continent and seems to be aware of something.

The sky made a whining sound.

The ground also began to shake slightly.

In the underground sewer.

"earthquake?"

Lomonosov stood up with a solemn expression, recovering from the grief of the patriarch suddenly losing consciousness.

Lomonosov only knew about natural disasters such as floods and earthquakes from inherited knowledge.

This is the first time I encountered it.

"There must be something wrong!"

Lomonosov clenched his staff and called all the clan leaders:

"There is something wrong with this city. We must move, and we must leave immediately!"

Without the clan leader, Lomonlosov is the most prestigious person in the clan.

"It's too late, it's already too late!"

The old witch, who was deeply polluted, fell to her knees on the ground, kowtowed and shouted:

"Our fate is doomed! It's doomed!"

"It's useless, any struggle is meaningless, it's better to die early and be reborn early..."

"Rebirth soon?"

Lomonosov was slightly startled when he heard this, and looked deeply at the old witch.

Then, he looked around, raised his staff, and emitted a sky-blue extraordinary spiritual light:

"Those who are willing to leave with me can leave now."

After saying that, Lomonrosov ignored the complicated looks of the other tribesmen and took the lead to stay away from the giant stone monument.

At this moment, as the stone slabs under his feet continued to vibrate, Lomonosov's sense of crisis became increasingly intense.

He had a guess that if they still stayed near the giant stone monument, they would all be wiped out by some kind of force, and then... a new batch of tribesmen who came out of the sarcoma would take their place in a new reincarnation, right?

Behind Lomonrosov, only eighteen tribesmen followed him.

The rest of the people were not unwilling, but simply incompetent.

These people were either cursed and became completely powerless, or simply lost part of their important limbs.

Others are like old witches who have fallen into madness and have long lost the ability to distinguish.

As for the children... Lomonosov doesn't have to worry about this, because all the children in the tribe were wiped out not long ago!

Otherwise, Lomonrosov was not sure whether he could bear to come down.

More than ten minutes after Lomonrosov and others left the sewer.

Suddenly, a massive amount of sludge poured out of a passageway. The sludge filled the sewer and swallowed up all the tribesmen near the huge stone monument in an instant.

Some time passed.

The mud on the giant stone monument has disappeared.

However, this time no new tribesmen were born.
To be continued...