Krees was sitting in the center of the pitch-black throne, his eyes closed, and he was fully engaged in unleashing the ability to "attract".

No creature within a 2-kilometer radius can escape the power of "attraction", and the closer you get to the Dark Throne, the stronger the attraction becomes. Although Krees set the range at 2 kilometers, he thought in his heart that Wu Qi and the others would not be able to escape far, and 500 meters to 1 kilometer was probably the distance between Wu Qi and the others and him.

A powerful vortex of wind spiraled out from Krees's chest, and the flow of air around him was directed at high speed towards Krees's chest. Krees opened his eyes slowly, and he didn't see any creatures drawn to the Dark Throne, and there wasn't even a single black spot around him except for the vast white snow.

In this case, Wu Qi and the others definitely did not hide under the snow, they either hid behind the snow-covered rocky mountains, or they hid underground, there are only two possibilities. Krees thought to himself.

"Don't try to hide it anymore." Kreese intends to give it his all. His mind flickered, and his spine connected to the back of the Black Throne.

In an instant, a large amount of gray tobacco was poured into Krees's body through the spine connection, and the gray tobacco was entangled with each other, as if a dragon of smoke was swimming in Krees's body.

Krees clenched his teeth, the green tendons in his temples burst out, and the muscles of his body suddenly enlarged in the place where the gray smoke was conducted, and the fierce green tendons like a dragon rolled under the skin, and the green tendons seemed to be alive, trying to tear open the skin of the body and break free.

This is the life energy that Kreese transformed into after he presented the entire body of the frost-white dragon to the Dark Throne. The total amount of life energy of the frost white dragon was much larger than that of Krees, and at this moment, it poured into Kress's body, instantly stretching his body.

Krees's fists on the armrests of the throne were clawed onto the armrests. He told himself in his heart that he would never be overwhelmed by the life energy, and that atavism would definitely devour this massive amount of life energy and transform it into more scales. And as long as he survives the current painful stage, he will immediately be able to use his power to reach a higher level of "attraction", and find out the lives of Wu Qi and others hidden behind the snow-covered rocky mountains or deep underground!

Life energy is full of explosions. The feeling of the bullet in his chest was unbearable, and Krees felt as if a century had passed, and it seemed like it was only a few seconds.

A thunderous roar suddenly came to mind in the air! Krees's chest burst like a balloon. The "attracting" wind vortex weakened and disappeared in an instant. Krees's eyes widened as he looked at the big air-leaking hole in his chest, and his horizon began to rise slowly.

The horizon is rising, and it is his body that is descending!

Krees struggled, trying to lift his limbs, but all of them were submerged in the sea of black mud. Krees never imagined that this would happen, his giant body would be burst alive by the life energy of the frost-white dragon, and then eaten by the Dark Throne!

"Stop, stop! I'm your master, don't ......" Kreese's voice fell, and his vision went completely dark. The black mud from the back of his head covered his ears, eyes, and mouth, and forcibly choked back the last word he was about to utter.

The giant's body irreversibly fell into the depths of the sea of black mud, and after 10 seconds, the sea of black mud that was churning on the surface turned back into a solid state. The center of the tall and massive throne was empty, replaced by patches of gray smoke that had suddenly emerged from the pitch-black seat and backrest.

Krees's consciousness fell into the abyss of nothingness, he could not think, he could not perceive everything, he did not even have the concept of time and space. Suddenly, he realized that he was in front of a dark altar with an extremely vague shape.

It's like a dream, and there's a strong sense of distortion in what Krees "sees" here, and there's no concept of "self". He watched from a third-person perspective as "himself" walked to the dark front of the altar, holding an icy blue ball of light in the crook of his arm.

The ice-blue light shone like a nebula, exuding a mysterious beauty all the time; Krees "saw" that "himself" had offered the ice-blue light to the top of his head, and when he knelt on one knee, the ice-blue light automatically floated above the Dark Altar.

The ice-blue ball of light disintegrated and disappeared in an instant, turning into countless energy star chips and falling into the altar; A ray of blue energy like a comet's light shot out from the center of the altar, piercing his chest for a split second.

Krees's vision consciousness suddenly regressed, as if the beam of energy had really hit him. An unpredictable impetus pushes Krees into nowhere, causing him to fall into the abyss of nothingness once more.

It didn't take long for Krees's consciousness to reconnect to the outside world. He tried to open his eyes and see his surroundings, but his entire body was encased in something thick like mud, and there was no light in it.

The feeling of freedom made Krees want to leave this place and see the light of day again, and he stepped out of his thighs with all his might, squeezing through the mud step by step.

A ray of light that broke through the darkness suddenly shone into Krees's eyes, and Krees hurriedly narrowed his eyes and raised his hand to block the eyes.

It was there air and light, and he finally came out!

Kreese adjusted to the light a little, broke his arms out of the black mud, and lifted his legs out of force. The slimy black mud was connected like silk threads to the back of his back and thighs, and Krees tore off all the black mud threads with ten percent of his strength, and stood freely on the ground outside.

Krees's memories hadn't come to his mind yet, and he was still in a state of confusion, cognition like a baby. At this moment, a sharp and long whistle of wind approached Krees with lightning speed, and a strong sense of crisis made Krees wake up suddenly, and quickly made a movement of crossing his arms to block his chest.

The sound of blades piercing flesh was heard in the air, and the pain was so severe that Krees came to his senses.

He saw a three-foot-long knife surging with silver energy penetrate his arms, the blade of which sank into his left chest for 3 centimeters, cutting two ribs vertically inside the ribcage, the tip of the knife resting close to his heart.

A wisp of blush hung from the corner of Krees's mouth, and Krees stiffened his head, greeted by a pair of familiar obsidian eyes.

Every detail of these beautiful and deep eyes has long been imprinted in the depths of Krees's memory, and Kreese can instantly recognize who the owner of the eyes is just by looking at the eyes. But now the depths of these eyes reveal only a sense of distance thousands of miles away, and a ruthless coldness.

Krees opened his mouth, and the long knife that pierced into his chest slammed down, and Krees bent his knees along the downward movement of the long knife, and fell to his knees with a thud.