Chaos World Cluster, Spiritfolk World.
"Heh heh, what a weak little world. Aside from that sealing art, it doesn't even have a single World Lord or guardian. They're all little things that only know how to run for their lives."
Thick black smoke rose from every bone spur. This hundred-meter-tall monster walking across the Spiritfolk Continent left deep footprints in the earth with every step. The life essence of nearby grass, trees, and plants was eroded by the black smoke, turning them into withered deadwood and worthless decay as they aged and died.
It had four arms, each gripping a bone club from some unknown creature. Seven heads grew from its chest, black smoke occasionally billowing from their mouths and nostrils. It was terrifying beyond measure.
Around this World Lord swarmed tens of thousands of bone mosquitoes. As they flew in a dense cloud, they emitted a vibrating buzz. Incredibly fast, they repeatedly snatched up Spiritfolk from every direction and tossed them into the mouths of the seven heads on the dreadful World Lord's chest.
No wonder. Ever since the War of Civilization in the Wizard World had begun, large numbers of wizards had been transferred into frontline legions. Even those wizards who had completed their resource extraction tasks remained in the Parasitic Spore World. Why would they linger long in this transit world?
For Salraladin to rely on this world's own strength to fend off the invasion of two World Lords was truly asking too much.
"Ah..."
Spiritfolk screams of terror mingled with the crunching of bones. Absorbing the negative emotions within them, this evil god of invasion was utterly satisfied.
Unlike ordinary World Lords, it did not devour the flesh of its prey. The flesh swallowed into its belly would soon be excreted.
Bzz...
In the distance, a