At a deserted stretch of the World Barrier.
Crack—crack—crackle—
A fissure appeared in the solid World Barrier.
Then...
The fissure spread, opening another tiny gap.
Beyond the barrier, the gray Spatial Turbulence found an outlet. Frenzied Space Power swept across the area in an instant.
Trees snapped. Sand and stones flew.
Fortunately, the World Barrier could repair itself. The tiny gap soon closed, and the immense Space Power vanished, leaving only devastation and a tall, slender figure.
He wore a dark green brocade robe embroidered with intricate patterns in silver thread. A cold Obsidian clasp fastened its collar.
The Obsidian reflected a pale face with deep-set features. His narrow eyes swept the surroundings, cold and wary, only easing slightly once he confirmed no one was there.
"Mm. I finally made it. That cost me several days. I hope I'm not too late."
"The Human World smells as foul as ever. And... my power's been suppressed!"
The newcomer was the Drunken Dream King.
Because he had not been born in the Human World, even forcing his way through the World Barrier could not spare him from its suppression.
Though he possessed the power of a Demon King, he could now wield only the strength of the Seventh Heaven of Chaofan.
"I need to leave, fast!"
A Conch appeared in the Drunken Dream King's hand. He rubbed its surface, sending ripples of Spatial Fluctuation spreading from it.
Whoosh—
The Drunken Dream King vanished.
Less than a minute later...
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
More than a dozen figures arrived. At the sight of the devastation, they split up without a word.
Some stayed to search for lingering traces of energy, while others fanned out in several directions, scanning for signs that anyone had been there.
A moment later, they regrouped.
"Captain, no suspicious targets