Within the dense plague miasma, Jingjing's soul raised a hand.
A portal connected to her Divine Realm opened.
A vast quantity of bone fragments poured from the portal, surging outward like ocean waves.
Before long, bone fragments covered more than half the arena.
In the thickest places, they had piled up hundreds of meters high, like a small mountain.
Jingjing's soul stood atop the mountain of bones, looking down at the Plague God King below.
At her command, Small World Grade Skeleton Giants took shape one after another from the bone fragments and charged toward the Plague God King.
Faced with such petty tricks, the Plague God King did not care in the slightest.
It manipulated the plague miasma into chains that sealed off the surrounding area.
Then, the Plague God King began summoning hundreds of lifeforms of various appearances.
Having learned its lesson last time, the Plague God King did not summon followers this time, but lifeforms it had found from who knew where.
Every one of them possessed Small World Level strength.
Small World Level Lifeforms alone were not enough to harm Jingjing.
Thus came the Plague God King's core maneuver.
It controlled the plague miasma it possessed and poured it into those lifeforms.
In the livestream, the lifeforms could be seen rapidly swelling like balloons.
Their flesh, blood, and bones were stretched apart and torn open.
Yet under the Plague God King's control, not a single one of those lifeforms burst apart.
As their bodies expanded, their strength also rose at a breakneck pace.
They swiftly rose from Small World Level strength to the level of a Lesser Thousand World.
Moreover, corroded by the plague miasma, their flesh began turning jet-black and emitting waves of stench, while their eyes grew vacant.
Though they had not died, they