Wildfire City, plantation.
The once orderly plantation had now descended into utter chaos.
The workers were horrified to discover that the Sebaron clansmen in the plantation had begun convulsing strangely.
They died before everyone's eyes in a terrifyingly bizarre manner.
Their hair fell out rapidly, their teeth all dropped away, and within mere minutes, they became lifeless skeletons.
It was even more horrifying than the most sinister witchcraft they had ever heard of.
The plantation erupted into complete pandemonium as all the Icefield People fled outward.
Only one tall figure crossed through the crowds and arrived near the plantation's forbidden grounds.
Under normal circumstances, this place would have been heavily guarded. Unfortunately, at this moment, all the guards under Barnes had died for no apparent reason. The only things blocking his path were heaps of desolate corpses.
Tears of fury filled Charles's eyes.
Yet he still strode toward the plantation's forbidden grounds.
Beneath his feet, countless Mirraku Grass plants were growing wildly, thick and lush.
On the northern icefields, this was an exceptionally rare sight.
Deep within the lawn, the herbs had nearly grown to the height of a person. If Charles had not been so powerfully built, he might have been swallowed by the sea of herbs.
This was the source of the Ceron Wine once produced by the Sai Ba Long Family.
Deep within the sea of herbs.
Several strange red lines connected together, forming a wondrous magic array.
But at this moment, the magic array seemed to have lost its intended effect.
Although he had already advanced to Legend, Charles found every step forward extremely difficult.
Still, he continued struggling onward.
Then, a voice as faint as a mosquito's hum rang out:
"Don't waste your strength."
"Everything is over."
The voice came from every direction, yet it