The number of fruits on both sides was completely unequal.
Even counting everything, High Engineer had only a little over twenty "fruits" in his hands.
But the "Evil God Fruits" the other side had evolved numbered in the tens of thousands.
In this situation, the Ant Lord had definitely borrowed the power of a Calamity trait, then achieved this astonishing effect through the evolution of civilization.
A teeth-grating cracking sound rang out in the vacuum of space.
It was not a sound, but space itself wailing as two mighty forces capable of reshaping the world collided with a thunderous boom.
On one side was a tide of blasphemy.
A darkness as viscous as asphalt surged from the rifts in the void. It was not the darkness of nothingness, but a tangible mass composed of countless writhing, indescribable little tentacles and whispering eyeballs.
Wherever the darkness passed, reality's structure corroded and twisted. The earth collapsed like melting wax, flowing into a multicolored, highly toxic swamp.
The air filled with a cloying stench of decay. Anyone who inhaled it would go mad, as if cold, sucker-covered tentacles were gently stroking their soul.
At the heart of the tide, a colossal shadow vaguely emerged. It seemed to be a totem haphazardly pieced together from piled organs, rotting eyes, and limbs that violated every geometric angle. The mere "concept" of its existence was enough to bend light and make time viscous and chaotic.
On the other side was the boundless, unfathomable "Sea of Life" flooding outward.
Or rather, the "Primordial Soup."
It was an endless "soup" in which the original forms of all life and matter churned. There were no shapes here. Its color was an indescribable murk—the color of earth, ocean, magma, and nebulae before they had separated. There were no sounds, only