"Everything was because of me, but I never imagined that the people of an entire country would be buried alongside me." As the old man spoke, his heart was filled with boundless sorrow.
"This wasn't just because of you. Don't take everything upon yourself—I have to bear half the responsibility as well," Uchiha Madara said.
"Why are some people still alive while most have already turned to stone?" Uchiha Madara asked, looking at the old man.
"Because this is Feis Qianjie's power. Those who are too weak cannot withstand this aura of death, so they all turn to stone. The ones who have survived are all people with a certain degree of strength," the old man said.
Uchiha Madara looked around and found that there were indeed quite a few people still standing. He smiled and said, "I didn't expect such a small country to have so many powerful people."
The old mage beside the old man heard Uchiha Madara's words and smiled. "That's because of the competition registrations. The elites of every race came to our country. If not for that, there wouldn't be many people left standing now."
"That's good news," Uchiha Madara said.
"I already know what's going on. The best way to resist it is with holy power," the old mage told Uchiha Madara.
"Although there seem to be many of us now, there are not many holy mages. We can only give it everything we have. No one expected that a legendary ancient magical beast would come to our country," the old mage said helplessly.
Uchiha Madara felt that he could not escape responsibility for this matter, so he looked at the old mage and asked, "Is there anything I can help with?"
"Are you also a holy mage?" the old mage asked Uchiha Madara.