The sky was gray and dim, the land shattered. White bones littered the wilderness, as though no life existed anywhere.
As Ralph and the other Void Fiends walked across the land, the bones suddenly rose to life and lunged at them.
At this sight.
Not one of them, Ralph included, showed any fear.
In their eyes, those skeletons were no different from ants, utterly incapable of harming them.
Ralph did not even need to speak.
The remaining Demon Lords attacked at once, intending to crush the skeletons.
However—
When they tried to summon their power, they discovered to their astonishment that their cultivation had somehow fallen.
The power they could draw upon was pitifully meager.
When one struck with his palm, only a thin wisp of black smoke emerged. Before it traveled even a foot from his hand, it vanished without a trace.
The sudden turn left all the Demon Lords stunned.
Just then.
A bone saber slashed down, cutting straight through a Demon Lord's defenses.
Void Fiends had no physical bodies, yet blood sprayed when the bone saber struck.
"What was going on!"
"Why has my power disappeared? And it feels as though I've even lost the body of a Void Fiend—"
The Demon Lords were horrified.
Their expressions changed completely as they looked at the reanimated skeletons.
Hearing them, Ralph's face darkened as well.
He tried to summon his own power, only to discover that it, too, had vanished without a trace.
"Something is wrong. Something is wrong with this Great Thousand World. It can actually seal our power. This is completely different from the information we received!"
Ralph shook his head.
By now, more and more skeletons were rising.
Gradually.
Vast numbers of bones came to life.
At a glance, there were hundreds, even thousands.
But the