The skies seemed oddly bright at that moment.

Compared to the gray clouds before, it was the first time in years that the sky above them looked clear. Not even a single cloud was in sight.

That was because Alex’s Great Swallow Spell ended up swallowing the deadly gray Chi in the air, too, apart from the limitless numbers of Undead troops.

At a far distance were a few Dark Pixies who struggled to make a close escape, petrified.

They stared at Alex as if they were looking at a monster, then turned to his extremely gigantic swallowing whirlpool.

“My queen, what is that thing?”

“Thousands of our people had been absorbed. Not even the Dark Tree could escape his swallowing.”

One of the female Dark Pixies, who had pointy ears, was visibly resentful. She was the one who showed up at the gates a while ago. She initially thought they’d be able to reap some benefits out of this, wanting to do so by leading the Undead over here, hence giving the humans a great ‘gift.’

It started out pretty