In Zhang Yu's field of vision, a massive amount of information and matter rushed forward, whether it be the souls and thoughts of the factory employees, or their vitality and mana, all were being frantically drawn in by that dark artifact.
Even Zhang Yu himself felt an urge stirring within him; if it weren't for the protection of the Nine Heavens Primordial Yang Tower, things might have turned bad.
Especially the crystal at the center of his brow, which pulsated as if it was about to fly out the next moment.
In that instant, that dark artifact of unknown origin seemed to transform into a black hole, madly absorbing all memories, emotions, flesh, blood, and mana…
The workers were visibly withering at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if about to turn into skeletons.
At this moment, another figure descended from the Spirit Realm.
The Ten Thousand Transformations Divine Monarch said coldly, "Qiongjiang, you are too impudent."
