Fisoas

"Snakes..."

The black little snakes interwove, overlapped, and converged into a terrifying black tide, spreading without end like black water poured across the ground.

They spread at incredible speed. Each was only as thick as an adult finger and half a meter long, yet they radiated the terrifying aura of a Second-Ring Extraordinary Magic Beast.

Second Ring!

A single Second-Ring Extraordinary Magic Beast was an incomparably terrifying disaster.

What was more, these black little snakes did not exist as individuals, but gathered by the tens of thousands into a snake swarm.

"Crack, crack..."

Corpses shattered one after another, and the number of black snakes grew ever greater.

After the black snakes drew nutrients from them and split apart, the flesh-and-blood bodies weathered and crumbled the instant they saw daylight, like terracotta figures buried underground for thousands of years.

Quite a few Zero-Ring Warlocks stood rooted in place with vacant eyes beneath the pressure radiated by the black snakes, allowing the spreading black swarm to engulf them.

Death! Slaughter! Through ceaseless parasitism, splitting, and reproduction, the snake swarm formed a black line of death.

"Run..."

Johnny Green did not bother to assess the situation at all.

Without hesitation, he threw away his firearm and fled toward the entrance of the ruins.

The black little snakes spread in every direction. They were not deliberately pursuing or targeting anyone; every living creature within the ruins was their prey.

"They slow down a little when they encounter people. Run toward where there are more people."

Johnny Green was not far from the exit of the ruins, but the snake swarm's speed—

He slightly altered his route and fled toward the scholars, as well as the direction guarded by the Ouroboros Lineage.

"Zero Ring: Scarlet..."

A Zero-Ring Apprentice cast a spell, but it did not