A black-haired man with a pale face, dressed in a fitted dark-green robe patterned with shadowy designs, furrowed his brows tightly. "It looks like the world on the other side is a desert. The gains to be had should be limited, shouldn't they?"
"Not necessarily." An elderly white-haired woman answered him. She wore a resplendent golden robe, but the most eye-catching thing about her was the pair of cranberry-shaped earrings hanging from her earlobes, crimson as dark blood about to drip.
"Even if there are resources in a desert, there shouldn't be many, right?"
"The Moment of Plunder is called the Moment of Plunder for a reason," the white-haired old woman said blandly. "When the world's will manifests, the other side's high-end combat power will be laid bare... The Southern Region has not merged with such a vast world in thousands of years. The melting of the first two stages alone took an entire week. That shows the world beyond must be far from simple."
As she spoke, a wave of startled cries and exclamations suddenly rose around them.
Everyone looked up, only to see a gigantic sandworm burrow out of the desert amid the sky's reflected image of yellow sands filling the heavens. It poked out its head and cast a venomous gaze at the people on Pamiji Plateau before plunging back into the desert.
"What a huge worm!" "It's at least a wizard-level Demonic Beast!" "I wonder if it's venomous, and whether it can be controlled?" "What kind of materials could be found on its body?"
The crowd broke into lively discussion.
The white-haired old woman then said to the black-haired man beside her, "See? It is impossible for the world beyond to yield nothing. The Wizarding World has been merging with it for so long, which means