"Three-Legs, come here."
High above the now-deserted Evil Spirit Imperial Capital, using the soul resources collected within his body as space-time fuel, the Flame Soul Scripture flipped rapidly with a "rustle, rustle." Beneath that vast and majestic force of space-time, a black vortex formed bit by bit at the tip of Green's Extreme Abyss Devil Race Staff, gathered from countless wailing souls.
Above the deathly silent Evil Spirit Temple, waves of deathly aura also continuously streamed from the Space-Time Gate, somewhat resembling the Underworld God pantheon of Gods Continent.
"Caw, caw, caw caw caw caw..."
The Three-Legged Death Crow had long been waiting at the altar. The space-time vortex Green opened was large enough, and after only a brief moment, amid a hoarse, shrill laugh like a duck's quacking, the Three-Legged Death Crow's curious head poked out from the center of the black vortex. Its black eyes of death surveyed the world of blue skies and white clouds, feeling the gravity emanating from the earth, dozens of times stronger than that of Parasitic Spore World.
"You finally began the summoning! I started preparing for this day hundreds of years ago, and I've long since grown tired of waiting. I shall follow your will and bring death to all ignorant beings who dare bar your path. I won't let them become history—I'll only turn them into shit! Caw caw caw caw! Ah, fresh winds and lush grass... Master Green, is this Gods Continent, the world we are about to trample and plunder?"
Its three feet of death braced open the space-time vortex, and flocks of death crows flew out endlessly from behind it. Their wicked, arrogant cries resounded through the skies above the Evil Spirit Imperial Capital.
After several thousand years of development, the former Parasitic Spore World had now been