The surface is broken, the beams are undulating, the ravines are vertical and horizontal, the slopes are steep and the gullies are deep, and the bedrock is exposed.

The scattered and withered wild grass shivered in the gusty wind, and the strange rocky and steep hills were bare and vivid.

The tent collapsed, but the eruption of the Void continued.

The magic of the Eccasians is like an axe, helping the Void to split the doors of the world.

Even if you destroy the axe, the damage to the gate cannot be reversed.

Inside the tent, the staff still standing attracted everyone's attention.

It originally belonged to Baruchem and was crafted from Star Iron and Shurima Adamantite. After being used to summon the Void, the purest Void energy hovers in the center of the Pure Gold Ring at the top, turning the staff-inlaid orb into a purple one-eye.

It was it that summoned the Void and tore open the Grand Canyon that devoured Acacia!

Lan Bing suddenly opened the shield scroll that had been used once, and the shimmering shield descended, and she ran towards the tent.......

Inside the tent, the mages who tried to control the Void after releasing it had been devoured, and the Void had taken first their memories, then their bodies. They fell to the ground, their muscles turning into a muddy, viscous liquid, bubbling like mud from a hot volcanic spring.

The void mass flowed towards the star iron staff in the hand of the mage's corpse, turning into tentacles wrapped around the top of the staff, and after coiling and twisting, the two tentacles stretched upward, and a purple point of light appeared in the center.

The corpse on the outskirts was dressed in a blue, silver, and white cloak. Cloaks slow the decay, and the withered scent of the jewels they wear from being tainted by the Void.

The outermost corpses were cloaked in a dark yellow cloak, and the staff in their hands was yellow, and Lan Bing keenly felt that they flowed with bursting energy.

Scattered around the tent were amplified books, dark goat-headed spellbooks, and pale blue arm guards......

The frequency of the shield's flickering flickering gets higher and higher as the blue ice approaches, and by the time the blue ice gets closer, the shield has dimmed by half.

Blue Ice tried to freeze the staff to get it, but the magical elements in the air had been distorted in a distorted direction, making it difficult to channel the magic in this situation.

She resolutely burst out all her energy, and when her white fingertips were about to touch the body of the Void Star Iron Staff, the cold energy in her body erupted, and the water vapor in the air was siphoned out.

Suddenly, the staff was frozen in ice, so that it could avoid being infected by the Void by touching it directly.

The shield was already dim, and Blue Ice didn't have time to pick and choose, she untied the ice and sealed it together.

She ran back in a 100-meter sprint...... As she ran out of the Corruption, her shield shattered, and all the magic runes on the scrolls vanished.

"I'm going to go again, it's a shame that these equipment are left here...."Lan Bing bit his red lip.

"Give me the ice shield, and I'll go over with the ascension stance later." Lan Yu said.

……...

The survivors began to stagger back from the battlefield, covered in blood and exhausted, with the same unbelievable fear in their eyes.

No one can really understand what just happened, Shurima is dead, is that enough?

Isn't it?

Is it enough?

Is it really enough?

Is it really enough for the Void?

Confused people walk around aimlessly, and no one knows what to say or do.

The ground in front of the city was distorted by unnatural movements, and the flesh of the Shurima had been completely covered in the pale thread-like mass. Its surface gradually darkened, then turned into some kind of hard carapace and cracked. Vicious pus flowed out of it, and survivors increasingly felt that this was just the beginning of something worse.

The massive cracks in the ground still spewed purple shimmers, and there were strange sounds—a mixture of screams, hisses, and desperate howls echoing from far underground.

The shaking in the belly of the earth is becoming more and more pronounced, and the bedrock rubs against each other in the aftershocks. The crowd had to hold each other so as not to be shaken to the ground.

"What's down there?" Said an Acacia soldier. One of his arms, already wrapped in translucent membranes, was slowly climbing up half of his neck. He didn't realize it himself. "Sounds like a nest. Or a nest, or a ...... Abyss? ”

Akzam didn't know what was ugly underneath. He didn't want to know either.

A voice was heard, calling the names of the people one by one.

Looking up, they saw Sejax and Cogelin limping along. Sejax's face had turned into a bloody mask, and a jagged wound ran from the top of his right eye to his chin.

Coughlin was even worse, with a huge hole in his left shoulder and only some flesh attached to his arm. If it weren't for the blessing of the "negative entropy field", he would probably have died violently.

Akzam didn't know that Sejax and Coglin would also be injured.

"You're hurt." He greeted him and said.

"It's worse than it looks." Sejax replied.

Coughlin tried to shrug his shoulders to say it wasn't a big deal, but the wound he pulled made him gasp.

"Is it over?" Akzam asked.

"For the Shurima people, I'm afraid so. For Acacia, yes," replied the Master of Weapons, as he stepped over and grabbed the reins of a cavalry mount. The horse was already frightened, but Sejax grabbed the reins and stepped into the saddle.

"I will give everything to defeat the Shurima people." Akzam whispered.

"We've given everything, everything, everything." Sejax said guiltily.

"The Shurima are dead, but I don't know if we're victorious." He said. "Now it's time for you to find a mount, we must go."

Hearing this, the crowd searched for mounts—they had learned the basics of riding.

"Let's go? What are you talking about? Akzam asked rhetorically.

"Acacia is destroyed," he said, referring to the devastated battlefield. "You saw that, didn't you? Not only the city, but also our land, the people of Acacia shed their last drop of blood for their land! Check it out. This will also be our destiny. ”

Akzam knew he was right, but walked away?

He didn't know if he could do it.

The master of weapons held his hand to the crowd, and they stepped forward to hold it tightly.

"Aza ...... Blue Feather ...... Lan Bing ......" he said, glancing back at the terrifying sight. "We're going to hurry up, we'll be here in a moment...... There will be nothing left ......"

"Acacia is my home, and I will never abandon ours." Akzam said.

"Acacia doesn't have anything left. After a while, there really won't be anything left. ”

The crowd also tried to save Akzam as a fighting force: "Akzam, Acacia is destroyed, we should live and rebuild it." ”

He stubbornly shook his head and said, "I was born here, and I will die here." ”

"Then take hold of your selves now, boy," Sejax said. He spoke with a heavy sadness and guilt. "That's all you have left."

Chen Yang already regarded Akzam as a friend, and he couldn't bear to watch him being swallowed by the void: "The matter has come to this, the purpose of remembering the dead is to make the living live better, come with us." ”

Akzam shook his head.

Seeing that everyone was still holding on, Coughlin said, "Respect his choice, let him go, let's go." ”

"These things." He pointed to what was swimming in the body cavity of the semi-liquid corpse, "If they come to life, the consequences will be unimaginable." ”

Akzam left the recurve bow to the crowd and turned away, he wanted to go back to the home to which he would never return.

Suddenly, a silver progress bar that hadn't been seen for a long time jumped out: [Progress 72/100]