Ever since reading the formula's introduction, Han Xing's heart was shrouded in a shadow.
The Blood Tide, just by its name, suggests an unimaginable disaster, one that almost led to the extinction of the once-powerful Witch Race.
And these survivors from Blue Star, even those who are currently leveling up the fastest, have only progressed to level seven or eight, not even reaching the First Transformation Professional level.
In other words, they are still the lowest echelon in this world, cannon fodder.
In the face of disaster, everyone will be affected, even Han Xing has no confidence in resisting a disaster of this magnitude.
Han Xing felt a sense of urgency.
He must quickly enhance his strength, at least to have some means of self-preservation when the Blood Tide erupts!
Han Xing turned his gaze back to the front, where the territory was in a state of disarray, with traces of battle everywhere.
Eight large Spiritual Puppets stood silently.
