In a certain dark place, it seemed to be the gathering place for the dark sides of all beings.
A stone statue stood there quietly, as if it had been there since time immemorial.
Suddenly, the statue vibrated slightly, and a crimson light burst from within it, causing the surrounding darkness to boil over.
"Divine Skills!"
"At least a middle third-grade Divine Skill!"
"This world has already declined, so why would such Divine Skills appear? It's really strange—"
Low murmurs, like the whispers of demons, were filled with an evil aura.
The statue knew. Not just anyone could create a middle third-grade Divine Skill. It was very clear about the state of this world. Having lower third-grade Divine Skills was reasonable, but the existence of middle third-grade Divine Skills was somewhat unusual.
"Forget it."
