The Gate of Purgatory suddenly expanded to ten times its original size!
One by one, soul puppets emerged, charging forward like madmen, recklessly heading toward the shattered golden light sphere in the sky.
Compared to the high-level soul puppets from before, these souls appeared incredibly weak, almost no stronger than regular living beings.
These were the very souls that Sterl had previously refined in Purgatory—the Silver-white Torrent groups.
Though most of them had been absorbed by him, a portion was kept aside for crucial moments, ready to be used as expendable resources.
This group of souls numbered around one hundred million—yes, one hundred million!
"What... what kind of monster is this?"
In a hidden corner of the core space, a soul entity, no larger than the size of a palm, curled up in a cluster.
He was a warrior of the Soul Spirit tribe, specifically sent by the Orichalcum Kingdom to deal with Sterl.
