A low dragon's roar suddenly echoed across the gloomy horizon. The massive figure of a gray dragon flickered in and out of sight amid the clouds. The ring on Schiller's finger emitted a faint dark gleam. Under everyone's watchful eyes, the dragon abruptly plunged toward the ground.
The crowd screamed instinctively and ran into nearby buildings for shelter. Yet the enormous body did not stop at the surface—it passed straight through it. Gray mist, like a needle, stabbed fiercely into the Earth's core. In that instant, the entire planet jolted in its orbit. Certain ancient and mysterious beings had finally awakened.
People were startled to discover specks of white light rising beneath their feet, like rain falling from the ground into the sky. The Black Death Emperor's power, which had already broken away from the Blood Tide and was preparing to withdraw from the universe, was also ensnared by vines formed from those white motes. Clearly, that momentary delay had cost him his best chance to leave.
To break free from the white light's entanglement, the Black Death Emperor exerted all his strength. He could abandon every bit of power he had invested in this universe, but he could never bring the Life Force back into his consciousness, or it would be tantamount to suicide. So he had no choice but to begin draining the power of the Living Corpses around him.
The Living Corpses Brainiac had brought over, those the Black Death Emperor had once captured, collapsed one after another. Novie was among them. For some reason, the Black Death Emperor no longer seemed able to kill them completely. He could only drain their strength and return them to their Corpse State.
Brainiac let out a breath of relief. Fortunately, Schiller had another plan, or purging all that Power