"Dulac Lasker, follow in my footsteps."

Motarian raised his scythe, and his psionic energy converged on the blade, slicing forward a wide passage to the top of the mountain.

In just a few dozen breaths, many death guards swarmed into it.

"You're finally here, Motarian," Nacre chuckled at the corner of his mouth, unusually cruel.

The surrounding psionic energy was once again strengthened by the sacrifice, and the overlord Nacre exuded even more strength all over his body

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