Three days later.
The Parasitic Spore World blood did everything it could to repair and heal his wounds. Mohe Bai looked toward the hundred-meter-long jet-black world rift. The number of monsters pouring out from within had suddenly dwindled. Was it over?
Bang!
It was as though something had violently struck the heart of his soul. Like the other plantmen around him, Mohe Bai suddenly turned to stare toward the world rift.
Suddenly!
Two enormous hands bristling with bone spikes reached out from the darkness. The savage, powerful bone hands, each more than twenty meters long, gripped both sides of the rift. Several slave monsters that had been attacked by the plantmen and had not yet managed to retreat from the world rift were pressed into pulp with a puff by those huge hands, as easily as swatting a few mosquitoes. Blood flowed through the gaps between the fingers.
"Th-this is..."
The vast army of plantmen gathered around the world rift, slaughtering the dwindling army of Wizard World slave monsters, was stunned by this sudden change. They abandoned their final encirclement and killing assault around the rift and looked into the dark opening.
Was the monster king of the foreign world finally about to appear?
Over the past three days, of the millions upon millions of slave monsters that had entered the Parasitic Spore World, eight or nine out of every ten had been killed by the gathered army of plantmen. The remaining scattered elite monster troops had all clustered near the world rift, putting up stubborn resistance.
Because Wizard's Will would never permit them to retreat even half a step!
As though encouraged by the colossal creature slowly emerging from the rift, these monsters making their last stand roared one after another and launched a desperate, fearless counterattack with all