A strange incantation rose from the mouth of Basham, the God Tier Wizard. His voice climbed from low to high, from a murmur to the peal of a great bell, and the entire Moluo City was awakened by his spell.
At this hour, everyone except some bored nobles would usually be asleep. The sudden sound of the incantation shattered Moluo City's tranquility.
The altar before Basham, the God Tier Wizard, began emitting an eerie red glow after Archangel Tyrael released the restraints on it with his mental power.
The Viscount's family, servants, guards, and even the three Low-level Wizards in the villa were unconscious. Their souls seemed to be drawn out of their bodies and flew toward the altar.
The entry of dozens of souls caused the altar's eerie red glow to grow stronger, while Basham's incantation continuously expanded the glow's range.
The darkness concealed the spread of the eerie red light. Those who were awakened fell to the ground before they even had time to cry out.
Everyone who fell to the ground looked as though they had merely fallen asleep. However, their breathing had already stopped, and their souls had left their bodies, flying into the altar with the eerie red light.
A hundred souls, a thousand souls, ten thousand souls—without sobbing or wailing, everything was completed in the darkness.
How could two Supreme Experts plot against a million ordinary people and allow those million people to show any reaction?
The eerie red light continued to spread. Wherever it passed, young people, the elderly, children, men, women, nobles, and commoners were all reduced to the same thing. They were merely energy needed by the altar.
Within the blood-red altar, Basham saw countless faces. They struggled and screamed soundlessly, looking at him as though they wanted to know who