The flaming vertical pupil embedded in the void suddenly blazed with light.
As Amosta pressed down with one hand, hundreds upon thousands of writhing fire serpents rapidly split away from the edges of the black-and-red pupil, as though the vertical eye had grown eyelashes!
Woooooo!
The ceaseless noise ringing around his ears suddenly swelled, like a thousand female ghosts wailing miserably.
The gray mist pervading this void began to boil. It surged one after another toward the giant flaming eye, devouring the destructive Fiendfyre Amosta had unleashed!
Amosta's sudden exertion also triggered a backlash from the spatial turbulence.
The fierce power of space surged at once. Every second, Amosta endured the impact of countless spatial currents.
The sight of the three forces clashing was reflected in Amosta's deep eyes, making him unconsciously furrow his brow.
The Death Gray Mist, the chaotic power of space, and his Fiendfyre.
Judging from the dimensions in which these powers existed, the Death Gray Mist was undoubtedly the highest-order force.
Even the spatial turbulence could not interfere with the Death Gray Mist. The gray mist protected the lands and magical creatures it had utterly occupied and corrupted. They had become part of death itself.
The power of space was also of a higher order than Fiendfyre.
Faced with the strangling assault of those two forces, Amosta could protect himself with ease, but advancing into the sea of gray mist around the vertical pupil was incredibly difficult!
Perhaps because most of the gray mist in this place had gathered around Amosta, the living magical creatures on the giant island fragments were no longer as bloodthirsty and frenzied as before. Instead, they lay limp on the ground, weak and listless.
To these magical creatures, the gray mist was the "water" and "sunlight" of their twisted lives.
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