Although Panda Brewmaster had been sent by Eugene to investigate the situation, the first to arrive near that jet-black vortex was Forest God Cenarius.
Forest God Cenarius had suffered no light injuries in the previous war.
Eugene had intended for him to withdraw and recuperate for a while.
But Cenarius refused Eugene's kindness. Watching more and more Half-Orcs fall upon the battlefield, Cenarius was just as anxious as Eugene.
He too wished to devote all his strength to the Half-Orc race.
Half-man, half-stag, Cenarius strode through the air.
His weapon was an emerald-green long staff.
The faint darkness and Power of Death radiating from the surroundings made Cenarius intensely uncomfortable.
As an elven deity, Cenarius was a being more closely aligned with nature and greenery.
A beam of emerald-green energy shot from the tip of Cenarius's staff, flying straight toward the black vortex.
Yet when the beam reached a certain distance from the vortex, it gradually dissipated into nothingness.
The rustling sound of beating wings came from deep within the vortex.
Just as Cenarius's gaze turned solemn.
A shrill, grating laugh rang out nearby.
"Caw caw caw! The transmission channel I maintain with a sacrifice of five hundred thousand high-quality souls is not something a tiny creature like you can erase at will!"
"The scent of this world is truly fragrant. I seem to smell the scent of delicious souls."
"It seems the war between you two sides is even more intense than I imagined."
"Perfect. This world will become an excellent feeding ground for our Crow Clan, caw caw caw!" The Ghost Crow King's voice passed through the jet-black Space Channel and resounded throughout the surrounding cosmos.
Upon hearing this voice, not only were Saine and the Half-Orc Legion in the Bewitching Stone World stunned, even certain beings far