Ten years had passed since Green began his research outside Bone Continent, and the dimensional war had also raged for ten years.
After their defeat in the initial battle, the Abyssal Devil Race gradually came to recognize the terror of this enemy. They continually tried every possible means to deal with the white mist, yet just as the Forgotten One in the Dimensional Esophagus had analyzed, the damage inflicted upon the white mist could never match the enormous energy it provided.
Thus, even as the Abyssal Devil Race became increasingly familiar with this enemy through continual battles and defeats, they were also steadily driven back, gradually nearing the region of abyssal devil mist spreading outward from the Penetrating Gate.
"Ah!"
At the cost of consuming the life-thickness of his Omnipotent Soul, the short golden enoki mushrooms on this Abyssal Devil Ancestor's body vanished one by one. Though unwilling, he had no choice but to lead the many devils back into the abyssal devil mist, where billowing black fog swallowed their figures.
All the devils had completely retreated, yet one person charged into the mist and never reappeared, vowing to never turn back even in death. It was the One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor.
"He's still as hot-tempered as ever!"
After speaking coldly, the One-Eyed World-Cleaving Ancestor looked toward the Ancestor of Myriad Arts and Lost Traces beside him and asked worriedly, "Well? Do you have an answer yet?"
At that moment, the Ancestor of Myriad Arts and Lost Traces was using his supreme power over space-time to construct an ultra-high-density compressed sphere, crushing the abyssal devil mist and white mist together in order to speed up the experiment. It seemed he intended to see which side would ultimately prevail.
Yet more than a month had already passed, and there was still