The old man walked up to the altar.
He raised the Bone Staff in his hand high.
"By my blood, I summon the souls of ten thousand beasts!"
"Blood Mist… rise!"
He slit his wrist with the tip of the Bone Staff.
Black blood dripped onto the eye of the altar's array.
HUM—
The entire altar's dark red markings lit up instantly.
An evil, frigid aura shot into the sky and spread toward the distant battlefield.
Golden Ears Farm.
The defenders, who had just breathed a sigh of relief after the aerial threat was neutralized, suddenly noticed a strange change on the battlefield.
On the plain piled with nearly ten thousand Demon Beast corpses, the stench of blood permeating the bodies began to coalesce.
Wisps of dark red mist began to rise from the mangled carcasses.
At first, it was very thin.
But soon, the mist grew thicker and thicker.
It gathered into a visible red sea of clouds, slowly drifting toward the farm's defensive line.
"What is that?"
