The elite Apostle Army troops forming the shield wall were immediately swept into the rift.
They did not even have time to scream.
Their hard armor, weapons, and powerful bodies were instantly torn to pieces by the rending force.
On the spot, they became a crimson mist of blood and metal fragments.
These remnants were swiftly devoured by the pitch-black rift!
With a single spear strike!
An entire square formation of elite Apostle Army troops, together with the defensive divine arts they had been so proud of, was reduced to nothing.
A road of death, a bloody mangled mess stretching straight to the gate, had been forcibly plowed before the temple.
Wasteland King Fiora let out an unrestrained laugh.
It strode forward, quickening its pace toward the temple.
Just as it displayed its peerless dominance.
On the other side, a low roar sounded—dull, yet even more chilling.
It was the Gift Crab.
Its enormous body, as massive as a small mountain, appeared to be moving slowly.
Yet every step it took covered several hundred meters.
The slick mud dripping from its carapace transformed the hard stone pavement into a bog.
Facing the enemies around the temple stronghold who were trying to form a net of fire with magic traps and spell scrolls, the Gift Crab's murky eyes turned slightly, and its enormous pincers slowly opened.
There was no earth-shattering explosion.
Only a heavy yellowish-brown tide, suffocating in its weight, spewed from its mouthparts!
This was [Yellow Springs Bubbles], one of its signature abilities.
These seemingly murky, slow-moving bubbles possessed terrifying annihilating and corrosive effects.
They ignored the magical arrows and spells flying through the air, drifting with lifelike precision toward the key casting points and densely packed enemy positions.
When the bubbles touched their first target, they burst without a