A month later!
Twenty Stigmata Wizards, six Shagu Thunder Emperor Wolf World Lords, and hundreds of millions of slave monster troops from the Wizard World surrounded the Devil Locust Vine at the center, which had shrunk and shrunk again over the past dozen years until it could shrink no further.
At this moment, the Devil Locust Vine had only a little over a hundred branches left. All the chaotic creatures that had followed it had been slaughtered by the wizards, and it trembled alone beneath the vast, irresistible Wizard's Will.
The Devil Locust Vine had once possessed a terrifying bulk, its roots spreading through more than a hundred chaotic root-nodule nodes and occupying nearly a tenth of this world's main continent. No matter how the wizards attacked it, it had regenerated faster than it could be depleted, seemingly invincible. Then, a month ago, it had been reduced to barely a thousand branches, its regeneration no longer able to keep pace with the wizards' destruction. And now...
With barely a hundred branches left and its main trunk a ruined husk, it could fall to the level of a Rank 5 creature at any moment. Even if the wizards did not strike, its own chaotic aura was continuously scattering away.
This Devil Locust Vine, which had once sought to tear open the fissure to the Chaos World a second time, transform the Chaotic Apocalypse Spiritfolk World into a chaotic projection world, and become a World Tree, had reached the end of its wick and was heading toward its end.
"Wizard's Will?"
At the very center of the Devil Locust Vine stood something that resembled an incomparably enormous bird's nest. It was as though the vine itself had evolved solely for the sake of this nest; calling it the Devil Locust Vine no