Boom boom rumble...
Corpses carpeted the ground, blood flowed into rivers. Plantfolk after plantfolk were blasted to pieces, while parasitic spore blood that had lost its host quickly entered dormancy, waiting for some ignorant devourer in the future to swallow it and infect a new host.
In the end, it was merely an invasion legion led by an ambitious Level 5 World Lord. It still possessed the strength to fight against ordinary small and medium worlds, and held a plant-type advantage over the Devil Locust Vine. It had sought to use the Parasitic Spore Cataclysm to graft itself onto this incomparably formidable plant, absorb its Chaos origin, and become a new Male Fern King, perhaps even...
Yet before the flood-and-tsunami-like slave monster legion of the Wizard World, before more than twenty World Lords charging forth with an unstoppable force that shattered heaven and earth, crushed all in its path, and destroyed everything along the way, the plantfolk legion they had once been so proud of before setting out from the Parasitic Spore World collapsed at the first touch. There was no stopping them. Several World Lord followers were killed in succession!
Before the World Gate, only he and the Years Willow Vine World Lord remained, crawling upon the ground.
Slowly, from behind the many observing Stigmata Wizards, a Stigmata Wizard wearing a white mask patterned with spirals stepped forward. His one crimson and one blue eye gleamed like two calmly burning flames as they looked over.
"It's you!"
The Male Fern King, whose countless vines had been snapped, was suppressed by the spatial cage until he stood barely over four meters tall. Crawling atop a sea of corpses formed from plant remains, he sensed the familiar aura emanating from this powerful being. He tried to rise, only to be pressed