Lord Of The World: I Become The Lord Of The Desert From The Start Chapter 720 454: Birth Of Terror, Dark Soul Eater [3/6]



Richard's eyes narrowed.

He carefully sensed it. He imdiately discovered that the soul awakened within the stone statue.

Large cracks appeared on the stone statue within a few breaths, and gravel fell.

An illusory soul floated out and hovered in the sky when the stone statue shattered.

It had revived the ancestor of the Tower race.

The soul regained consciousness and was even mightier than Popov. It gazed around with a solemn expression.

Its gaze eventually stopped on Popov and the Tower race children behind the patriarch.

"Had our race already reached the mont of life and death??"

The ethereal Tower language resounded in the sky.

The atmosphere imdiately quieted down.

The heroic spirit of the Tower race looked sparingly sad. The purpose of their existence was to revive the Tower race at the last mont and contribute their last bit of strength to the continuation of the race's legacy.

It would an the Tower race had no choice once they woke up.

Popov's nose turned sour, and its eyes instantly reddened as it sobbed.

"Ancestor… The bottomless abyss had invaded. The believers of spider goddess Lolita occupied the entire plane. The Tower race had already lost the soil to survive. We must give it our all and fight for survival for the Tower race."

The illusory soul in the sky sighed and slowly nodded.

"This is the aning of our existence… What do you need to do?"

Popov suppressed the emotions in its heart and said as its voice trembled, "Xi, sacrifice yourself to feed that dark stone statue… We need a power strong enough to deal with the supernatural."

There was a strong sense of sha in the patriarch's words.

It clenched its fist and made cracking sounds.

It was useless and humiliated its ancestors.

The soul in the sky turned its head to look at the dark stone statue. A complicated look appeared in its eyes.

"Has the situation collapsed where we can only pin our hopes on this dark stone statue?"

"Ancestor…"

Popov was too ashad to face the ancestor.

The illusory soul interrupted the patriarch.

"There's no need to say anything more. My Tower race, I would do anything for its eternity!"

The heroic spirit of the Tower race looked deeply at Popov and the children behind it. Its body quickly turned into pure energy and fused into the dark stone statue.

The dark stone statue emitted energy that soared instantly.

Popov looked at this scene. It fluctuated its expression enormously. But it suppressed its emotion eventually.

No one knew what the Tower race patriarch pondered at this mont.

The first stone statue collapsed, the second, and the third. It revived each of the ancestors of the Tower race.

So treated the situation calmly, so looked up at the sky and lanted, and lofty sentints filled so after they realized about the Tower race. Others didn't cower in fear.

Everyone didn't hesitate and threw themselves into the dark stone statue regardless of their position after Popov expressed the reason for their revival.

The remaining stone statue with a na woke up.

"Its Excellency Muken…"

It was a figure clad in beast skin. It had a mountain-like aura that was more sturdy than all the other souls.

The beast-skinned ancestor hovered in the sky. It gave off a powerful sense of oppression.

The surrounding crowd saw an ancient dragon that had traveled through ti.

"I've finally waited for this day."

The heavy soul in the void slowly raised its head to look at the sky.

The thick clouds reflected in its pupils.

"I've been fighting for the Tower race my entire life."

It lowered its head as it spoke and stared at Popov.

"In the previous battles, I have always hoped for a powerful opponent to bury .

"Only this ti, I hope the opponent isn't too strong… I no longer have the power to protect you."

Popov's heart trembled, and it could no longer suppress its emotions. Tears flowed out like a river that broke through its banks.

Its tiny eyes imdiately blurred.

"Your Excellency… Our enemy is the spider goddess Lolita."

The soul in the sky looked at Popov. It cried bitterly and revealed a comforting smile.

"Child, you don't have to do this.

"No matter who it is, as long as we haven't fallen, they couldn't destroy the Tower race."

"Lolita is Lolita… Fight, Tower race will only fall on the way!"

Popov took a deep breath and suppressed the sadness in its heart. It eventually revealed the reason.

"We need you to temporarily possess that dark stone statue and lend it the power to deal with that transcendent-level wax demon.

"Perhaps, I still have to face the arrival of the spider goddess Lolita."

Popov felt bitter as it said this.

Who would have thought that the Tower race would still have to face such a powerful enemy when they were in such dire straits?

The soul in the sky didn't say anything else. It looked deeply at the Tower race children behind it and was still sparingly confused like its companions before it.

That was the future and hope of the Tower race.

It stared at them for a long ti. It was like it wanted to mark the figures into its soul.

"Children, the future of the Tower race depends on you."

Muxen finished speaking and entered the dark stone statue.

It rely possessed the dark stone statue. That didn't happen to other souls that directly turned into energy and fused into it.

Next, it would use this stone statue to fight.

Popov's eyes were red as it watched this scene. That was the final trump card of their race.

They could no longer turn the tables once they failed.

Richard observed all this in silence.

How difficult would it be for a race to survive for millions of years in a world with supernatural powers?

The predicant shrouded Twilight City with danger, although it wasn't as urgent as the Tower's.