The two Saint blood slaves had completely failed to serve their intended purpose...
Chen Ming simply tanked a few [-1] hits and slaughtered them with ease.
Rumble-
The Great Mist churned overhead like rolling storm clouds.
Beneath the scarlet moonlight, the Great Mist throughout this region had visibly thinned.
Of course, the moonlight wasn't the reason.
It was because the Great Mist on Desolate Star was being dispersed completely.
The Blood Race's Great Mist Faction on Desolate Star chiefly consisted of the beasts lurking in the obscuring mist, the World Beasts, and the Blood Race Ancient Beasts in its depths.
By now, the talented fighters from the various worlds of the Twelve Cities had killed nearly all the Miasma Beasts.
Once the World Beast War ended and all the Blood Race Saints were dealt with...
The era of the Great Mist on Desolate Star would probably be over.
The only remaining problem...
Was that blood-red, scarlet moon.
Its origin was still unknown.
Nor was there any intelligence explaining what sort of Blood Race technique it might be.
Still, those matters probably weren't for the talented fighters from the various worlds to worry about.
If a God Grade being beyond the scope of their trial really appeared...
The Human Race's higher-ups would naturally step in to deal with it...
The Great Mist filled the sky, with a shadow dozens of meters wide flickering within it.
Soon.
Several enormous red pillars shot down from the Great Mist.
Like nails driven from heaven, they crashed down, piercing the earth and punching out enormous craters.
"Those things are legs?"
Only after looking closely did Chen Ming realize that those enormous pillars were individual legs.
The level 56 World Beast seemed to be a gigantic spider.
Its eight outrageously long legs propped its body up