The former territory of the Insect Race.
The entire atmosphere of the world suddenly stagnated, as if even time had frozen at this moment.
A few Insect Race beings, indistinct and immeasurably large, hovered quietly, surrounded by heart-stopping void fluctuations.
They were trembling incessantly, digesting the information relayed by the previous two Totem-level Insect Race beings.
Because the Void Power wielded by the Totem-level Insect Race was bestowed entirely by them.
Thus, every time a Totem-level Insect Race falls, a strand of Void Power carries with it their final memories...
Traversing layers of void, returning to their consciousness.
At this moment, after reading those two segments of memories filled with destruction and unwillingness, a cold yet grand voice slowly resonated:
"The Elf Clan... have actually mastered a power that so restrains my race!"
"That exceptional elf must not be allowed to remain."
