"Sovereign, please accept..."
On the other side of the space rift, the Flesh Butcher did not hesitate at all, the words falling.
One by one, white bone skulls floated out from the space rift.
In their empty eye sockets, the blue soul fire burned.
"These are all my collection from wars outside..."
Seeing this scene, Lear's mood involuntarily brightened.
Without any hesitation, he threw all these white bone skeletons into the Land of Crimson Rot.
Upon hitting the Land of Flesh and Blood, these skeletons cracked and shattered instantly.
The soul energy inside them drifted out, infusing into the bodies of the Swamp Divine Race.
With the support from the Undead Plane, the breath that was initially stuck began to climb upwards again.
Bit by bit, surpassing that nearly insurmountable barrier.
After devouring the massive amount of undead souls... boom~
The aura on the body surged fiercely, like a torch doused with gasoline set ablaze.
