Before Jiang Yan, a lump of sludge floated in midair, slowly writhing.
It had no definite shape, nor did it show any sign of intelligence. It merely tumbled about aimlessly, driven by a trace of instinct.
Wherever it passed, it left a void. It seemed to possess an indescribable corrosive power; even this remarkably sturdy Weird World was worn away by it.
Gurgle!
Gurgle!
Although this sludge-like aberration seemed to lack true intelligence, it possessed an instinctive craving for flesh and blood.
Upon discovering Jiang Yan, it immediately grew excited. Bubble after bubble surged from its surface, bursting into sprays of mud.
It abruptly contracted into an irregular sphere and rolled toward Jiang Yan with a thunderous rumble.
As the mud-like aberration began to move, Jiang Yan's mind suddenly blurred for a moment:
He saw an enormous mountain range reeking of blood and rot pour down from the highest heavens, crashing straight toward him.
It moved with incredible speed. Before the enormous mountain range even drew near, his body began to tremble involuntarily, as though unable to withstand its power.
Yet that was not the most important part.
Jiang Yan lowered his head slightly and looked down. At some unknown point, his feet and lower legs had abruptly vanished under the influence of a certain power, severing all connection with him.
It was as though they had truly been erased from the world.
"As expected of a big fellow born in the Weird World. A Divine Ability like this already touches upon cause and effect. It does have a few subtleties."
Jiang Yan drew a deep breath, and a ring of fire immediately formed around him, shielding him.
Hum! Hum! Hum!
Hum! Hum! Hum!
Then the ring of fire erupted. An indescribable radiance spread outward, sweeping through the surroundings, and