Within an evil wine goblet reeking of intense decay, the liquid bubbled ceaselessly, volatilizing lethal gas into the space rift that twisted endlessly like jelly.
But the speed was somewhat too slow, and Panic Boiling, the Stigmata Sorcerer, seemed dissatisfied.
Growing impatient, Panic Boiling took out a crystal core of astonishing intensity. It was a World Lord-level crystal core, with at least more than a quarter of its energy remaining.
Plop!
Panic Boiling, the Stigmata Sorcerer, tossed the crystal core into the goblet with his withered, slender fingers. At once, the pale yellow liquid within began to volatilize several times faster.
No one knew what kind of witch artifact it was. No matter how quickly the pale yellow liquid evaporated, it never appeared to diminish, as though it were inexhaustible.
"Oh? Hehehehe, if we add some powdered Soul-Devouring Death Flower seeds, the effect might be even better."
Soul-Devouring Kiss smiled with utter wickedness. Her red lips parted slightly as she exhaled black breath, which mingled with the vapor from Panic Boiling's strange goblet and streamed without end into the world rift that had only just connected by the faintest thread of aura.
"Caw caw caw, Young Master, Young Master, hurry and see what's happening over there! Hurry up, I can't wait any longer."
As Little Eight urged him on, Green smiled beneath the Face of Truth and took out the Dreamscape, letting it float before him.
Youquan and Dark Wing Nikla curiously approached from the side. Nightshadow Sachi and Vine Shackles Waldman did not dare say much, merely peering over with curiosity.
Slowly, with barely a ripple, Green's projection emerged from a shadow within the Dreamscape in a twist, transformed into a firefly-like speck of light, and vanished.
"Wait a moment..."
Parasitic Spore World.
"Hm? This is... black snow?"