The Source of Darkness swirled around him. Disguised as a dark creature, Green transformed into an erratic cloud of black smoke.
"I am an envoy of the Dark Great World. These Death Crows are friends of the Saint Ancestor Wushi. By order, I have come to invite them to the Dark Great World. Heh heh heh heh heh..."
His laughter was sinister and low, while the ethereal Source of Darkness gathered without dispersing.
Saint Ancestor Wushi!?
Noticing that the Source of Darkness radiating from Green came from within him rather than being drawn from the outside world, the guardian's pupils instantly shrank to pinpoints.
"The Dark World Cluster once signed contracts here with several Spring Ancestors. Since you are the Saint Ancestor Wushi's envoy, please take it away at once. This is, after all, the Spring Ancestor World Cluster. I am the guardian of the will of Dark Heavy Oil."
As he spoke, the guardian actually dissolved and merged into the Dark Heavy Oil well, vanishing without a trace.
"Green, I found several Dark Heavy Oil wells of decent scale."
Wandering Dandelion flew over, casting a lingering, fearful glance at the Dark Heavy Oil well.
Meanwhile, the Three-Legged Death Golden Crow King flew over as though nothing had happened, bringing along the last of his people. Once the ruling race of a medium-sized world, they had now withered away to such a state. It was truly sigh-inducing.
"My little ones, go absorb this deathly aura. You must grow stronger and stronger, never stop growing stronger—stronger than before! The Death Crows will never perish like this!"
The Three-Legged Death Crow's eyes brimmed with sorrow and desolation. Even in the face of the imminent battle against the world guardian, he would never retreat for the sake of these last surviving members of