The flesh forests grew even more luxuriant, even beginning to sway.
That Weird God cast a grim look at the seemingly harmless flesh forest.
Yet deep down, he was utterly wary.
As expected of the Mother of Birth.
These things could actually pierce his defenses. Though he was not a Weird God known for his defense, his rank spoke for itself.
Ordinary monsters could not even get close to him, much less injure him.
Yet this flesh forest had turned him into a sieve with just a single brush. If he accidentally fell into it...
Just imagining the outcome made his scalp tingle.
Under his watchful gaze, the flesh forests that had drunk the Weird God's blood swelled like mad after taking some miraculous tonic.
They spread several thousand more miles in an instant.
Then, one bump after another rose from their midst, and servants were born from within.
Their auras closely resembled that of the Mother of Birth, and now they were mixed with this Weird God's power. The moment they were born, their ranks stabilized at the blood-robed level.
Though in the eyes of Weird Gods, blood-robed beings were still merely slightly larger bugs.
Crushing them to death was incredibly easy.
Yet when the other Weird Gods witnessed this scene, their eyelids twitched.
With such a terrifying reproductive rate, if they fought a prolonged battle against the Mother of Birth, would they exhaust all their energy first?
Or would they kill the Mother of Birth first?
After all, spreading spores clearly did not consume much energy for the Mother of Birth. The incubation and birth of these servants consumed the energy within them.
As one side waned and the other waxed, perhaps an ant really could devour an elephant.
"Don't let that thing touch you!"
Even without that