Thunderclap Finger

Chapter 593: Thunderclap Finger

Saint-Rank Space.

It was a battlefield the Saints opened for their battles, keeping their immense power from damaging the Gods Continent.

The space seemed utterly still, with no sign of life. Its terrain looked like a copy of the Gods Continent, except that all its lands appeared to have been joined together.

Wherever you stood when you left the Gods Continent, that was where you entered Saint-Rank Space. But there was no sun or moon in its sky, and everything lay in deep gloom. It was hard not to see a connection between Saint-Rank Space and the Abyss World.

The Dark Child apparently had no intention of joining the siege. He gave William a long look, then chuckled. "Necromancer, I've done my part. I hope you haven't forgotten what you promised me."

With that,

countless black runes appeared beneath the Dark Child's feet. The Dark Altar pulled him away in an instant, and he vanished from the space.

Tom Mader watched the Dark Child leave, then turned back with a sneer. "The Dark Child really is afraid of you. When I asked him to open a gate from the Dark World, he refused point-blank. He was terrified you'd survive and come after him."

The Prince shrugged. "Clever little devil, isn't he? What did you offer to tempt him?"

"A few benefits, nothing more. Even if I broke my promise, would he dare come after me?" The Necromancer slammed his hands together.

A black pillar of death shot up beneath William's feet, forming a massive cage around him.

That was right.

This Saint-Rank powerhouse had been secretly setting up a Magic Formation while chatting with William.

One had to admit,

though he had only recently reached Saint Rank, he was hardly young. After taking so many years