"Wah-gah-gah-gah..."
Green could faintly sense the excitement radiating from the fire of Little Eight's source soul.
After this Space-Time Altar had been lit, some unusual reactions must have occurred in the world rift between the Spiritfolk World and the Parasitic Spore World.
It seemed that, through the application of ancient Space-Time Altar knowledge passed down from the ancient wizards, this world invasion had undergone certain changes from the world-rift invasions Green had experienced before.
The flames atop the Space-Time Altar burned quietly. Green only needed to keep them burning for about the time it took a sandglass to run out before he could ignore them.
"World Lung! As a medium world, this world should be more complete than some small worlds. Travel the seas more often—hopefully, we can find another set of large-node coordinates..."
Spiritfolk World.
The phantom of a verdant leafy head, a mysterious power seemingly poised between reality and illusion, continuously manifested before the Spiritfolk World's rift through projections from the Parasitic Spore World. As the conflicts between the World Lords gathered on either side of the rift escalated, the connection between the worlds gradually tightened. These projected powers from the Parasitic Spore World were no longer as low-damage as they had been when Green left.
"Damn it!"
Dark Wing Nikla, who had yet to establish a Wizard Tower Source of Magic and become an official Stigmata Wizard, muttered in a low voice. A trace of anger flickered in the depths of his dark eyes.
Though the wound on his cheek had swiftly healed through this World Lord body's special properties, the deepening effects of these projection attacks still allowed the Stigmata Wizards to feel the Parasitic Spore World's intense malice.
Not only had the other side shown no sign of fear or weakness, it had instead