The man let out a bloodcurdling scream and fell from the sky, and in the next moment, he was restrained by numerous Curse Sealers.
And with that, the dust settled over the battlefield.
Only a few scattered aberrations remained, no longer posing a threat to the Curse Sealers.
Fang Zhen stood up and put away his sniper rifle. The hardest part was over.
This instance had been quite stressful, but every problem had a solution. And he could tangibly feel that his own power had ascended to a new level.
Members of the Eternal Night Council who once seemed so threatening, bosses on the level of Count Ellick, were now foes he could take down with ease.
'It's not that my enemies have gotten weaker, but that I've gotten stronger,' Fang Zhen thought.
He summoned his Red Hare Warhorse and rode down toward the battlefield.
When Fang Zhen returned to the battlefield, he saw that the gazes of all the Curse Sealers were fixed on him.
Alexander was the first to approach.
