A Sorcerer’s Journey

The dominion of the pound is overwhelming, covering the sky and compressing the underside of the dimensional esophagus. That is the majesty of the Supreme Lord!

Generally speaking, an angry lord has arrived, and the world's lords have long fled out of fear, but in this metaoesophagus, the desperate exiles of endless world communities have gathered together, the situation… is completely different!

The atmosphere is depressing terribly.

An already desperate exile, at this moment like a rebirth, greed and desire prevailed over everything, his eyes burning hot, his head looking up at this dominant skull spying in from outside the dimensional esophagus, and some, a leapfrogging attitude filled with hot blood.

Such a frightening scene was seen by the master, slightly stunned.

Big sky, terrible quiet, repressed and terrible.

There are more than 300 exiles, each of which is an ancient creature that has lived for at least a few centuries. If it all breaks out, the consequences...

“Sex” shouted, and the doll appeared directly beneath this giant skull of thousands of meters, full of recurring eyes.

Even if overwhelmed by dominion and oppression, it did not show any abnormality, leaving only a small figure of the half body, the only eyes of the Devil doll, looking up to this infinite arrogance.

“Hmm, this old tree belongs to us. Now, for whatever reason, it's best to get out of the coffin of hope, or stay in the dimensional esophagus forever. ”

buzz

Suddenly, the talking demon doll, suddenly, was silently and silently crossed by thousands of meters of blades behind a crack, with an oblique black mark on the remaining half of the body.

“Something humble! It's just a bigger ant! What are you? How dare you finger and toe in front of the great Four Kings! ”

Lord, there is the majesty of the Lord, let alone a Lord in rage!

As if the Lord of the World were facing the ridicule of a group of tertiary creatures, it is even more intolerable that this humble existence of all eyes threatens itself.

Dense and numb, the Four Kings cut off many eyeballs and aimed at this deep illusion of dark terror that appeared only in legend, this is the dimensional edge of time and space exile, called the dimensional esophagus.

Here, time has no law or meaning.

Without real-world coordinates of matter as a medium, endless world digestion, both within and outside, beyond time and space, is likely to occur.

Without mentioning some of the extreme horrors portrayed by other attempts to break through the dominion, even though it relies on the dominant soul to escape the dimensional esophagus, it is not known where it will appear in the vast infinite world, centuries, millennia or even centuries later.

This is the horror of the deep edge of illusion, the horror of the place of exile by time and space.

Curiously, these deeply illusory congregations of exiles, under their own dominion, were not shaken by Cerser, but all stared at themselves, terribly repressed, individually and even showing a leapfrogging absurdity.

Are they crazy?

I can't

It is imperative that the tree of light and shadow be immediately captured and its own maze reclaimed, away from this deeply illusory land.

This place is really weird.

Maintaining the real-world coordinate medium here requires consuming a lot of dominant souls every minute and every second, if not the maze is what the Four Kings agreed to trade with another dominion, stolen by this guy during the rearing of one special rule world, he will not come to the burial ground on the edge of this dimension in any way.

“Hateful thief! ”

The Four Kings were so angry that one of them suddenly fired a pale golden light column in the thousands of recapitulations that it flashed over the light tree.

It seems to be a matter of restraint before leaving this place of exile.

Whoops!

However, at this moment, a tiny shadow suddenly appeared in front of the light tree.

A tiny figure, the only remaining arm pointing towards this golden light column, revealing a black light column with a dark, ashy illusion!

The only remaining eye is filled with cloudy violence and the mysterious doll that was always silent, but at this moment it is as if it were in endless shadows, on the edge of a volcanic eruption, which makes it difficult to breathe.

The body incision where the doll was constantly destroyed by a layer of ash erosion actually began to heal, just one of the purest black soot ways to heal!

Boom, boom, boom!

Buzz…

Firstly, a violent explosion followed by a twisted vortex, with black columns intersecting the golden glow, randomly doubled offset.

In this scene, you can't help but let the Four Kings behead thousands of times and brush half of them against the Devil's Doll that stands in front of the Light Tree!

Not dead?

Fierce, the Devil doll lifted the face under the shadow, the other half of the body had been filled with black ash, half the normal face interwoven with half the black ash face weird, the black ash replenished the other arm, pointing remotely to the four emperors of the space-time gate penetration.

“This challenge raises the contents of the coffin and kills the soul that dominates the Almighty. ”

For a moment, with the advent of the word "all-powerful soul” in the mouth of the Devil doll, these desperate exiles trapped in the dimensional esophagus were almost insane.

The hungry sharks, who smelled like blood, somehow took the lead one step at a time, and then, immediately, the whole coffin of hope gathered more than 300 exiles, none of them hesitated at all, paved the sky, went to the rear, and swept havocally, all flashing towards the four emperors who opened the gates of time and space.

It's not just greed and desire for survival, it's the power of the coffin-raiser rule!

Hundreds of six-digit organisms, through several centuries of dimensional esophagus struggle to survive elimination, each exploited their potential to the limit, tormented by irreversible rules of dimensional esophagus digestion, and plunged into despair.

For the sake of first-line survival, for the desire for freedom, these knowingly nine-dead, nearly hopeless coffin-raisers gather year after year.

At a time when so many desperate exiles had gathered, a master had emerged who could restore their freedom and nurture a rich and all-powerful soul!

Death has long been well received by these exiles.

Every second, every day, every sleep, every era, these exiles are fully enjoying the fear of death brought about by the digestion of the dimensional esophagus.

The exiles here will not take care of the real-world framework rules, the insurmountable divide between his dominion and the world's lord. The dominion here represents only the highest challenge, the hope of escaping the dimensional esophagus digestion after victory, the more powerful life form, that's all!

whoosh! whoosh! whoosh! whoosh! whoosh! whoosh! whoosh! whoosh...

At this moment, hundreds of exiles not moved by death, surrounded by space-time gates, bloom like cannons of death.