Chapter 1784

After Ulquiorra collected a bit of intelligence, he quietly headed to another place.

In the guesses of Su Han and the others.

This world shouldn't be an invasion led by a Demon God.

Why think this way?

The answer is very simple.

A Demon God invasion would be very terrifying, like the King of Scarlet.

Directly delivering a powerful impact of force.

But the birth of the rift was very small.

It seems to have been caused by something.

The range is not large.

But it is enough to give the people of Sumeru a headache.

On the other side, after Stark left.

He soon discovered a group of Undead doing strange things.

They were gathered together.

Countless blue brands were dancing in the sky.

Seemingly holding some kind of ritual.

After a while, an Undead mage holding an object shaped like a short sword stabbed fiercely into the air.

Boom.

The original space was forcibly cut open.

Accompanied by the old mage's move, space was slowly divided.

And those who were kneeling on the ground took out many eerie jars and threw them into the rift.

One could see countless thick mists floating out from inside.

"Alright... the road... has been opened, go quickly... don't let the children wait too long..."

"My lord, you've worked hard..."

Looking at the panting old mage.

The servants who finished the sacrifice hurriedly escorted the old man to a safe zone.

And this place.

Soon attracted infinite bugs.

A large number of Dead Zone creatures drilled inside.

"So that's how it is... the so-called Dead Zone invasion is actually caused this way... I understand... and that thing is the important object, right..."

Stark took out the Den Den Mushi.

And reported everything he saw to Ulquiorra.

Seeing the other party silent for a while, he said: "Seize that thing... hand it over to Lord Su Han, absolutely do not let them continue to be arrogant, if possible.

It is best to interrogate the origin of that thing."

"Understood!"

Coyote Stark.

Was finally about to take action.

But after the ritual ended.

The old mage rode a skeleton sedan chair and headed toward the next place.

He is named Tarik, a highly renowned High Priest of the Undead race.

Not only is his magic power profound.

He also masters many secret arts.

However, this means of tearing space, even for an existence like him, felt very strenuous.

Every time after casting it.

He has to rest for a long time.

Therefore, after the rift creation was successful.

He would leave the scene of the incident.

This is also to protect his safety.

Otherwise, once captured.

The loss would be unimaginable.

On the road, a servant asked: "Prophet Tarik, do we need to rest nearby?"

"No... return to the nearest town, it is safer there..."

Ghostly blue bone fire.