A Crack

The matter of controlling the primal abyssal demonic qi was temporarily brought to a close.

Yet the result was obvious. Whether it was that enormous black rat, Green, or even Blood Fiend, all of them had been instinctively rejected by every exile.

It was much like how many ordinary humans possessed an innate fear of creatures such as snakes and centipedes—latent instinctive information left behind in the genetic evolution of generation after generation of natural human reproduction.

The subconscious hatred Wizard World creatures held toward the Formless Ancient Demon was likewise information born of life's genetic evolution.

As for the exiles among the other foreign-world slaves here, they were merely blindly following after having Wizard World information forcibly instilled into them.

"When the ancient wizards invaded this place in their final battle to reclaim dominion over the Wizard World, if they didn't even possess basic control over primal abyssal demonic qi, were they supposed to resist the abyssal will on one side and wage war on the other while invading? Idiots!"

Little Eight snapped furiously.

On the other side, the former ten challengers began arranging methods to break the seal, artificially creating a crack in it. This enormous thousand-meter shell was the ancient sealed ruin hidden here.

After roughly half an hourglass had passed, the ten people, having made extensive preparations, returned to their respective teams.

The one-eyed giant demon said to Green, "No matter what your purpose is on this journey, remember the Destiny Contract we signed. This crack in the seal can only be maintained for three days. If you fail to come out in time, you can only remain sealed inside until death, or... wait until the World Guardian finds this place and reopens the seal."

After glancing into the distance, the one-eyed giant demon suddenly sent