Black-red clouds of ill omen blotted out the sky and sun, countless phantasmal wailing skulls crisscrossing through them.
This monster that had brought a doomsday of terror to the Parasitic Spore World instead provided unimaginable aid to the struggling surviving slaves of the Wizard World. As it absorbed the plantfolk's fearful emotions, it even healed the wounds of some monster slaves under the Wizard's Will.
The sun in the sky had already been obscured by these evil clouds.
Not only the low-level plantfolk—even the World Divine Trees could not help but be filled with shock and struggle to breathe as they witnessed such a terrifying creature invade this world.
Perhaps, in certain respects, this ancient Stigmata Wizard who endured through emotions of terror was even more dreadful than the Black Shrinking Tower Stigmata Wizard!
Their existence represented an era: the ancient age when wizards had been at their strongest, their most prosperous, and their darkest.
"We cannot retreat, absolutely cannot..."
Within the mist of terror, those slave monsters were almost immortal, unleashing strength far more terrifying than before!
Thus, wherever the terror mist spread, the plantfolk army continuously retreated, gradually losing control over the space surrounding the World Rift.
And without the support of the immense plantfolk army, those World Divine Trees would never dare rashly plunge into the millions-strong monster army of the Wizard World.
Just as this discerning Level Three plantfolk shouted to stop the plantfolk army from retreating, the black-red clouds of ominous terror came rushing head-on. Just as he had roared in command, this Level Three plantfolk did not retreat even half a step.
"Cannot..."
The clouds of terror swept past him. The icy sensation pierced through him as though he had stepped into the realm of death. A pair of blood-red eyes abruptly appeared, and