Black Abyss Island, South Coast.
Sunset at dusk.
At this moment, waves rose and fell against the white beach. The seabirds in the sky seemed to have been startled and flew away from the shore.
The awakened Mist Lord held Feng Qi in one hand, his cold gaze fixed on the several hundred Domain Weak Race Alliance warriors gathered before him.
He had already decided the fate of these weak-race warriors.
Seeing that the Mist Lord had awakened, the Domain Weak Race Alliance warriors who had been recruited were visibly surprised.
Yet none of them intended to flee.
Because they had no idea how powerful the Mist Lord truly was.
Looking at the Green Bracelet already worn on the Mist Lord's right wrist, these Domain Weak Race Alliance warriors revealed greedy expressions.
People die for wealth, birds die for food.
The saying applied equally well among Domain Factions, especially to these weak-race warriors who constantly longed for their races to rise.
Faced with a chance to obtain a Miracle Item, none of them wanted to let it slip away.
But before they could attack, the Mist Lord, already furious beyond measure, struck first.
Several Gray Mist Tentacles spread from behind him and shot forward. Any Domain Weak Race Alliance warrior touched by them had the blood drained from their body in an instant.
But that was not the end.
When the Mist Lord said he would make them wish they were dead, it was no joke.
Wrapped in gray mist, the Domain Weak Race Alliance warriors whose blood had been drained and who had died began to manifest spiritual bodies wrapped in clusters of consciousness.
The gray mist protected those clusters of consciousness from dissipating and supplied them with energy to construct brand-new bodies.
In a short time, the dead