Seven days later!
The rift in the Chaos apocalyptic world had already been forced open to a thousand meters. Panic Boiling Stigmata Grand Wizard's elemental true body was composed of emotional mist, struggling within the rift as it squeezed into the Spiritfolk World.
Including Green, who had been the first to descend and squeeze into the Spiritfolk World, of the twenty Stigmata Wizards on this expedition, only Panic Boiling Stigmata Wizard—whose true body was the most powerful—had yet to descend completely.
"Sure enough, he's incredibly strong. Compared with the former Black Isotta Stigmata Wizard, he is likely his equal."
Feeling the chaotic elemental turbulence sweeping through the sky and the tremors of the earth splitting apart, as though this world were weeping because some irresistible colossal foreign object was forcibly invading it, thoughts surged deep within Green's heart as he silently stood guard beside the rift.
Because Panic Boiling's enormous body had completely plugged the passage exit, leaving not even the slightest gap, the remaining slave legions streaming in without end could only be blocked within the passage, crowding and crushing against one another.
"Jie jie jie jie jie! It truly is the aura of a virtual world—a world called Chaos? Annihilation Tower, you actually opened a world rift connecting to a distant world cluster. Once this civilization war is won, the value of your world alone will likely rival that of a great world!"
Whooo...
Shriek...
One wailing skull phantom after another flickered into view, black and ominous panic aura curling around them and steeping every vast region of this world that Green could sense into boiling turmoil.
After all, this was merely a small world tainted by virtual aura, one currently undergoing virtual transformation.
As he continued struggling laboriously, Panic Boiling noticed that only Annihilation Tower Green stood