Chapter 252: Where on earth did these things come from?!
High above the roiling chaos, where the air was thin and bitingly cold, Su Ping hung suspended in the vast expanse of the sky.
From his back, two massive, draconic wings sprouted, their leathery membranes stretching wide and beating every few seconds, keeping him perfectly stationary amidst the thinning clouds.
His sharp eyes, now glowing a purple black hue, remained fixed on the world below, watching with detached fascination as the wall of dark fog continued its relentless encroachment toward the stolen village.
From this height, the village looked like a small, doomed island being swallowed by a sea of ink, the once-distinct lines of the streets and houses blurring into a singular, shadowy mass.
The fog was not a direct manifestation of Su Ping's own magic, but rather a collective effort orchestrated by his undead subordinates, particularly the lesser vampires who seemed capable of such an area of effect skill.
