How Could I Be So Unlucky?

In the vast Universe Sea.

While Yang Wu was examining the changes in his talent, a World Beast had already secretly emerged.

Outside the Tilted Peak Realm, a black palace shot out. A towering, majestic giant with a golden body and a tail stood amid the Chaotic Airflow.

"This is Chaotic Airflow."

Moluo Sa was suffused with the aura of god power and wore a layer of ancient armor. The lines of his body were perfect, and ferocious light flashed in his two blood-red eyes. At first glance, one might have taken him for an expert from some race in the Universe Sea.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, Moluo Sa opened his mouth and inhaled fiercely. Vast amounts of Chaotic Airflow instantly surged madly into his mouth.

For a moment, the surroundings seemed to turn into a black hole as massive amounts of Chaotic Airflow continuously poured in.

"This feels so good!"

World Beast Moluo Sa was extremely satisfied. Absorbing this Chaotic Airflow could not compare to the endless pleasure of devouring his own kind, and it increased his strength far too slowly, but the key was that he could absorb it whenever he wished.

There was nowhere near so much Chaotic Airflow in the World Beast Nest within the Dim Land, filling every corner.

Whoosh!

World Beast Moluo Sa did not linger. With a single step, he began an ultra-long-distance Teleportation toward his target Small Universe.

A figure appeared out of thin air in the void—it was Moluo Sa, fully restored to his original form.

His two ugly heads both gazed at the faint outline of the distant Small Universe. The entire Small Universe was a hundred million light-years in diameter, and greed flickered in both of Moluo Sa's single eyes.

"If I devour the origin of this Small Universe, I