Ten days later!
The passage to the other world opened.
Another grueling war began.
This time, more warships were destroyed and more lives were lost.
But in the end, the expeditionary force emerged victorious.
The world twisted by the Flesh Curse returned to normal once again.
This was not limited to this world. Across the entire Death Kingdom World Cluster, the same thing was happening again and again.
One world after another under the Flesh Calamity's control fell.
As this continued, the power of the Flesh Calamity's true body in the Northern Void River was rapidly weakened.
At the edge of the battlefield, the Sixth-Level Lifeforms watching the battle had excitement flickering in their eyes.
The Seventh-Level Lifeform on their side had completely suppressed the Flesh Calamity.
The sky-blue domain now occupied two-thirds of the battlefield, while the crimson domain had been compressed from its former fifty percent to just one-third.
"Wonderful! Lord Tels has gained an overwhelming advantage. The Flesh Calamity is finally going to be dealt with!"
One Sixth-Level Lifeform cried out excitedly, his voice turning shrill from sheer excitement.
The other Sixth-Level Lifeforms watching the battle, humanoid and otherwise, radiated joy from their bodies.
The elemental energy around these powerful lifeforms grew more active under the influence of their emotions.
But while everyone outside was thrilled,
Tels, in the middle of the battlefield, was growing increasingly uneasy.
He had noticed that his opponent—the Flesh Calamity, or rather, the Flesh Lord—was suffering an abnormal loss of power.
It wasn't a brief, continuous decline. Instead, at certain intervals, the Flesh Lord's power would suddenly drop by a notch.
The change was abrupt and completely without warning.
Tels knew very well that if the advantage had been gained on the lower-level battlefields, the Flesh Lord's power would have declined steadily,