The Golden Flame Giant Snake surged into the Monster Tide like a fish in water, its flames growing ever fiercer.
These mutated creatures lacked the terrifying regenerative and defensive abilities of those previous Level Three Wizard-level mutants. Before Matthew's Fiendfyre, they were as fragile as silken threads, igniting at a touch and becoming fuel for the Fiendfyre.
"I'll stay behind to deal with the Monster Tide. You go take care of the other Swelling Flower cultivation sites," Matthew said.
Unless the Swelling Flower cultivation sites within the Royal Capital were eliminated, the crisis of the Evil God's descent would not be resolved.
However, Matthew noticed that something was becoming wrong with the Royal Capital.
When the Moon Candle Ring had previously summoned the Monsters, the sky had already been somewhat gloomy.
Now, it was enveloped in dense mist, as if they were already in the Interstitial World.
Whispers of unknown origin echoed throughout the Royal Capital, layer upon layer, as though countless people were chanting softly.
The sound had persisted for a long time, present ever since the Monster Tide appeared, yet they could not find its source.
Then, Matthew suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness.
Matthew was incomparably familiar with this sensation. He had experienced it countless times when crossing between worlds!
A sense of foreboding rose in Matthew's heart. When he came to his senses, the sun had completely vanished from the sky.
Within the layers of Gray Fog overhead, a Blood Moon grew increasingly clear.
Soon, the Blood Moon seemed to press down upon them, and everything upon it became distinctly visible.
A closer look revealed that the Blood Moon was abnormally horrifying—
The pits on the Blood Moon were not meteor craters at all, but festering sores.
Numerous tentacle-like halos stretched from the Blood Moon's edges,