Across the shattered earth, the Fire-Poison Centipede's terrified roars echoed.
The gap between the two was simply too vast. It was not merely a matter of brute force, but a comprehensive disparity in every aspect—the crushing supremacy of a wizard's command over rules.
"You think far too highly of yourself, you lowly, ignorant insect!"
Green held the Extreme Abyss Magic Staff. There was not the slightest magical fluctuation from the staff, nor did Green release any sorcery himself. Even his weakened body seemed to hold little strength, yet he was already looking down with contempt, mocking the Fire-Poison Centipede that even the Demon Doll had disdained.
Yet despite his words, Green inwardly let out a slight sigh of relief. Without betraying it, he calmed the Omnipotent Soul fluctuations he had spent the past several days relatively easily refining from an eyeball of the Four Emperors Slash, replenishing the Sovereign-level power within himself.
"Roar! Impossible! You are clearly made of flesh and blood—why does my Five-Poison Demonfire have no effect on you? Impossible, this is impossible!"
By now, wisps of dark-green flame had imperceptibly invaded Green's body. Yet he showed none of the poisoning symptoms that a flesh-and-blood creature should have displayed. It was utterly unbelievable.
Half of the Fire-Poison Centipede's power was fire, and the other half was poison.
The Five-Poison Demonfire was especially terrifying in its suppression of flesh-and-blood creatures. After more than an epoch of contact, Green had long gained a fairly thorough understanding of the Fire-Poison Centipede. He had originally assumed that this being, also one of those ascending the coffin, would have some hidden trump card like the Impermanence Monster had possessed when it dared challenge him. That was why Green had specifically prepared the Omnipotent Soul within the Four Emperors Slash eyeball to replenish his