Abel's human body stood in the air, his mental power covering the entire Moluo City. It was hard to imagine that every living being in such a huge city had turned into a zombie.
At this point, he still did not know that these people had not died at the hands of the Hell Lord, King of Fear, but had instead died in the sacrifice performed by God Tier Wizard Basham and Archangel Tyrael.
His expression was grim. He had long since regarded this world as his home. It was different from the Dark World—the events that had happened in the Dark World had taken place tens of thousands of years ago.
But the hellish scene before him was happening right before his eyes. If he had arrived one step later, what would this place have become?
The entire Central Continent, along with all the subcontinents, would have become scenes like Moluo City, with Hell's blood spreading amid the world's wails.
He saw the altar. The preciousness of its materials made him realize that only God Tier Wizard Basham and Archangel Tyrael could have created such an altar.
The altar clearly showed that God Tier Wizard Basham and Archangel Tyrael had brought the King of Fear into this world. Although he did not understand how the two Supreme Experts had done it, this was a threat to the entire world.
If they could do it once, could they do it a second time? Killing intent filled Abel's eyes.
The King of Fear was both fortunate and unfortunate. He was fortunate because his years of effort had not been wasted; he had found a way to enter this world he had coveted so desperately.
He was unfortunate because after only one arm had entered, powerful enemies had successively restrained him, preventing