The Undead all looked up at once, then two of them immediately lowered their heads again.
Rose had appeared in spider form, and she ate with the usual sucking motions.
If it had merely been frightening, neither of them would have cared, but the sight of those constantly writhing mouthparts always made normal people feel a little sick.
Of course, that was mainly because the two of them had already endured so much stimulation that they were almost at their limit. Otherwise, they would not have specifically brought in the two biggest troublemakers, Demon Sword and An Idler.
Without Xue Yunfeng or Perfect Baldhead even needing to look up, those two could play off each other and make the whole hall lively.
And whatever disgusted the pair, those two were guaranteed to investigate it.
But because they were born jokers, even the most disgusting things somehow became funny when they described them, making everyone who heard them feel much better.
Xue Yunfeng propped his cheek on his hand and sighed. "Ah~ Oaisis really can keep his cool. Why hasn't he made his move yet?"
The Lord of Spacetime's recording device was certainly useful, but it was not without limitations, such as its user's maximum casting range.
They could still see the footage from inside the dimensional space because Oaisis could still control it.
Once the space slipped out of his control, the Recording Wonder—or camera, rather—would automatically dissipate, and a new one would form at the main unit... though that required quite a lot of energy.
That was why the Undead usually chose to retrieve theirs themselves.
But Oaisis certainly would not care.
Hill turned to look. Oaisis had already fallen silent.
The little black sphere had suddenly left. It seemed the final showdown had arrived.
He clenched his