The Land of Fallen Gods was bustling tonight, more lively than ever before.
Every one or two hours, deafening thunderclaps would resound, after which all the vengeful spirits would fall into a state of unrest.
Faced with this terrifying parade of a thousand ghosts, Xu Rongguang and the others, after successfully devouring vengeful spirits, quickly returned to the camp.
They were frightened.
Although the thunderclaps captured the attention of the vengeful spirits, they also drove the spirits into a state of revolt; it was safe to be far away, but if one accidentally ended up in the same area as the Avengers Alliance, it wouldn't be fun anymore.
Even the aliens who were preparing to ambush and assassinate the Human Race had no choice but to withdraw from the Land of Fallen Gods.
No one knew what the Avengers Alliance was up to?
Nor did anyone understand why they dared to be so arrogant, unafraid of the vengeful spirits.
