In the city, countless Corpse People let out long howls toward the sky, with terrifying sound waves converging together, echoing ceaselessly in the air.
The vibrating air formed waves that surged continuously, with the airwaves crashing down onto the ground, making the space even more chaotic.
Evidently, even the most ferocious Corpse Race and Demon Fiend feel anxious in the face of the terrifying Celestial Patrol Hall.
Because the oppressive aura felt as if Doomsday had arrived.
But this equally incited the ferocity of the Corpse Race, retaliating with a more frenzied attitude.
A battle of races, a battle for survival.
No room for even a moment of retreat.
Swish!
Suddenly, the towering altar shot out pillars of pitch-black light toward the sky, directly piercing the endless clouds, as if trying to prop the sky anew.
