Chapter 942: Betting the Fate of the Entire Race, All In on the New World.
Amid roars and wails.
An enormous population of Gold-Tier Creatures was sucked dry by countless leeches.
Even their leader, whose strength had reached the transdimensional level, could not escape becoming blood fodder.
But after feeding, these leeches did not transfer their energy back to the Blood Sovereign.
Instead, they quickly turned into blood-red cocoons, pulsing with red light as they incubated.
A minute soon passed.
The cocoons broke open one after another, and savage-looking blood-colored monsters crawled out.
They all looked toward the Blood Sovereign, throwing back their heads to roar in submission.
The Blood Sovereign's gaze was calm. He looked at these blood-colored monsters as though they were garbage.
In fact, in the Blood Sovereign's eyes, these blood-colored monsters were nothing but garbage, nothing but cannon fodder.
Their only value was to charge into battle, die, and wear down the enemy.
And behind him, the army of similar gold-tier cannon fodder already numbered in the thousands upon thousands.
"Master, the passage is nearly ready!"
Octopus Uzziel's voice rang out, and a cold smile curled the Bloodthirsty Grand Duke's lips.
"Civilization Ladder, I've come to conquer you."
The Rational Wilderness.
It was now shrouded in a grim, murderous atmosphere.
Powerful armies appeared here, their races varied and their strength differing markedly, spanning every level from bronze to gold tier. They numbered over a million.
These were the most elite combat forces under the various transdimensional beings.
Demons, machines, humans, werewolves, bioengineered people, spellcasters, and more.
All stared tensely at the Crimson Abyss not far away.
"The Crimson City Lord has sent word. The seal on the passage to the New World has grown extremely weak. The enemy is expected to arrive at any moment."
"How