Less than four rotations had passed—just over six months, a little more than half a year.
To higher lifeforms, that amount of time amounted to no more than a few brief exchanges, gone in a daze.
On this Dark Sacred Ancestor battlefield in the void, in the eyes of the endless dark creatures across the battlefield, Green had already become an undisputed descended Dark Sacred Ancestor. Dark Gulu gathered around him in an unending stream, enhancing Green with dark rules.
With the powerful foundation of Green's true form, even though the amplification of dark rules barely approached one million degrees, he was already able to stand at the peak of this battlefield. Together with Giant Peak and Two-Tailed Fish, the two Dark Sacred Ancestors, he stubbornly held the line and bought time.
"The Dark Gate is the supreme sacred artifact Dark Sacred Ancestor Wushi is exerting all his strength to forge—the foundation of civilization itself. I might as well take this chance to see how far the Dark Gate has progressed. The most essential intelligence here must be sent back to the Wizard World. It may even provide a clue for escaping this World Cluster civil war."
Having made up his mind, Green completely treated himself as a Dark Sacred Ancestor.
The more than fifty-thousand-meter Flame-Soul Myriad-Headed Bird spread its wings, its vast and majestic body commanding the battlefield at the edge of this nodal force field. Like an immovable towering mountain, it exchanged halfhearted attacks with an Old Faction Dark Sacred Ancestor.
Whenever the other side attempted to attack, the Flame-Soul Myriad-Headed Bird resisted with all its strength, intimidating the opposing auxiliary legions like a hedgehog with its spines bristling.
Yet whenever the other side showed signs of weakness and stalemate, it did not even display the slightest urge