Just as Lynn bathed in the twilight glow, sensing the newly learned skills, without waiting for a moment of pride, a beam of light descended again from the distant sky.
But this beam was completely different from the colorful twilight; it was a pitch-black light.
"The Destruction Demon God has made a move!"
"It's the Destruction Demon God, we are saved!"
From the demon hordes below came faint cheers, though they did not dare to be too reckless before Illidan truly suffered.
As the black beam descended, Lynn wished to avoid it, but when he attempted to maneuver, he found himself like he was frozen, unable to move a bit.
Locked and controlled?
Lynn was speechless, somewhat helpless.
Near Gods, Near Gods, they are the mortals closest to deities, but before true deities, they are still like lambs awaiting slaughter.
