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As the many Stigmata Wizards and Level-3 Grand Wizards surged through the opening in the World Garment left by the Blood-Drinking Battleaxe Stigmata Wizard, the Rotten World erupted into chaos as though demons from a horror world had invaded.

Beyond the void, only the Ring of Light Stigmata Wizard and Green remained.

As he watched this Level-3 Grand Wizard, whose multicolored runes flowed beneath a self-sealing spell, a glimmer of appreciation flashed deep within the Ring of Light Stigmata Wizard's eyes on his rigid face.

"How large an opening in the World Garment's rules can you make?"

The Ring of Light pointed at the breach in the World Garment that was gradually healing as he asked.

Green gave a helpless, bitter smile. "I can only open a breach at the limit of my true body's power. Fifty meters at most. Assisting the Blood-Drinking Battleaxe Stigmata Wizard just now was already my limit."

A fifty-meter breach in the World Garment was hardly worth mentioning to the Ring of Light Stigmata Wizard's immense true body, much less compared to the breach that had already healed.

"An enviable ability indeed. Once you advance to become a Stigmata Wizard, your name will surely be left behind in the Wizard World's civilizational wars. Work hard."

With that, the Ring of Light Stigmata Wizard waved a hand, signaling that Green could follow the other Stigmata Wizards into the Rotten World.

Nodding, Green entered the Rotten World through the breach in the World Garment with Little Eight on his shoulder.

The utterly different aura of the Wizard World's rules rushed straight at him.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom...

The earth was shrouded beneath a layer of glowing green mist, obscuring all traces. Only the occasional incomparably powerful AT particle beam cannon shot through it, its might astonishing.