Lear, after reviewing the attributes of these Great Demons, felt a rush of excitent.
Level 15, 4 Stars Potential, they had already reached the maximum potential limit!
Moreover, after being devoured by the Abyss Duke, the chaotic nature within them had been eradicated.
Now, they were a group of heroes that could follow orders!
No longer were they chaotic and disordered beings that would murder their companions just for a re dislike.
Additionally, their Soul Power was supplented by the Land of Crimson Rot, clearly undergoing a wondrous transformation and enhancent.
The racial talent of the Great Demons, originally allowing for only 50 ters of instant movent, had now beco spatial traversal, extending the range to 200 ters.
Moreover, they could travel even amidst spatial chaos.
Just this aspect alone marked a huge improvent.
Clearly, the Relic Origin Power attached to the Land of Crimson Rot granted these demons certain benefits.
And their Hero Talent included not just one, but two talents.
Each one more powerful than the other.
They also possessed a total of four skills, all of which were 4 Star Skills!!
Ferocious, domineering, and mad, perfectly matching their battle traits.
If deployed on the battlefield, these Great Demons with spatial abilities would undoubtedly be invincible killing machines.
They could even directly hunt down the enemy leaders!
Relying on their own power, they could instantly gather and execute a beheading operation.
The enemies would be utterly caught off guard, suddenly facing seven Great Demons, a sight that would absolutely drive despair into their hearts.
With the addition of these seven Level 15 Demon Heroes, Weilu City’s high-tier battle capability would experience an instant surge.
It significantly filled the gap of lacking high-tier combat power.
Lear felt extraordinarily happy.
This relic exploration was no worse than what he acquired at the Goblin Ruins last ti.
Quite satisfying.
With a wave of his hand, he signaled them to get up.
Obeying the order, the Great Demons rose from the ground and stood respectfully by, awaiting further commands.
No longer could impatience or resentnt be sensed from them.
Order is always the cornerstone of an army.
Lear smiled with satisfaction at this sight and turned his gaze towards the desolate tomb not far away.
Three special pieces of intelligence, two already completed.
The third was the Desolate Tomb, this young and immature grave had devoured enough of 50,000 souls within the relic, now only the final transformation remained.
This required the Relic Origin Power, most of which was currently hidden within the Land of Crimson Rot.
As he pondered, he moved his mind.
He mobilized the power from the depths of the Land of Flesh and Blood.
A unique aura roiled within the flesh, then the Desolate Tomb sensed a unique, rare power surging upwards, infusing into its body.
Like a parched one in the desert finally tasting clear water, an unprecedented sense of satisfaction spread through the Desolate Tomb.
The Desolate Tomb’s accumulated power now resembled a volcano on the verge of awakening, the fuse was lit.
It erupted directly.
Fierce power exploded indiscriminately towards the surroundings.
The montum beca incredibly terrifying, like an Abyssal Demon God awaking from slumber.
In the pig farm, the Three-tailed Pigs who had just endured a wave of demon oppression now began to scream chaotically again.
Furiously ramming the pigsty.
That oppressive force that reached deep into their souls, utterly unstoppable, leaving them with no choice but to flee.
Roar!!
At this ti, the Deserted Tomb Guards, sleeping within the tomb, sensed sothing and all rushed out, floating into the air.
These incorporeal, bluish-translucent specters, their faces twisted, as if enduring unspeakable agony.
The sickles in their hands emanated a dim light... they too were transforming alongside the Desolate Tomb.
Seeing this, Lear’s eyes were filled with excitent and anticipation.
Containing his emotions, he waited peacefully.
Ti flowed on, in the blink of an eye it was past midnight, reaching two in the morning.
The bright moon in the sky beca even colder, moonlight like water poured into the Land of Crimson Rot, silver and scarlet interplaying, creating a unique beauty.
The weeds on the tomb swayed gently with the night wind.
At this mont, these wild grasses beca even more verdant, with buds slowly erging at their tops.
Amidst a desolate land, they stood out strikingly.
Lear’s gaze was also drawn to them.
As he focused his attention,
all the buds suddenly blood brilliantly in an instant.
The colors abruptly vibrant.
At this mont, the air, heavy with the scent of blood, was perated with a faint fragrance.
On the tomb, thumb-sized petals of various colors, like a rainbow painting speckles.
Forming a stark contrast with everything around.
Briefly blooming, the stones piled around the Desolate Tomb started writhing, with traces like worms appearing on them, resembling tree roots growing over rocks.
Then streams of crimson flowed from within, montarily engulfing the entire Desolate Tomb.
It wasn’t tree roots but... blood vessels!!
Lear held his breath.
On the surface of a tomb, blood vessels grew, pulsing with blood, while at its top, vibrant and lively flowers blood profusely.
This scene was filled with strangeness and discord.
Yet, the more you looked, the more it seed they were ant to be.
His feelings were sowhat subtle.
Is this... rebirth from death?!
After these blood vessels appeared, the color of the black stone surface gradually lightened, taking on a flesh-like hue.
Eventually, it beca like human skin, surprisingly appearing full of elasticity.
If one hadn’t seen the Desolate Tomb, just looking at a piece would seem as if it were regular flesh, without any discord.
The previous introduction to the Desolate Tomb was... a Lich buried itself in a tomb in hopes of resurrection, but in the end, it rged with the tomb, forming a unique life.
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