"Elder Tomos's soul lantern has gone out!"
Sachin lunged forward and grasped the disciple's collar in disbelief.
"What?! Who did it?" he asked in an urgent voice.
The Darkness Sacred Land had dispatched three supreme paragons to deal with Northsea, and all three possessed the strength of a level nine supreme paragon. They were the peak of strength even within the entire Bleurealm. Tomos, who was stationed at the pass between Midland and Northsea, was on the rear lines. Sachin was on the verge of exploding in anger when he realized that Tomos had met a dire end before even getting the chance to take the field.
The disciple covered under Sachin's grip and stammered, "I d-d-don't know! I rushed here as soon as I saw Elder Tomos' soul lantern was extinguished."
Fueled by rage at that remark, Sachin's aura reduced the unfortunate disciple into a crimson mist.
"Useless!" he cursed. His form soon disappeared into the spatial passage that he opened.
Moments later, Sachin emerged on the opposite side of the Northsea, where the other supreme paragon, Malik, stood watch. Malik, who appeared about 40 years of age and seemingly younger than Sachin despite keeping a goatee, appeared rather composed save for the ghastly aura enveloping him.
Malik soon sensed that something must have happened. Why else would Sachin come all the way there?
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