The marshal-ranked commander of the Angel Race stared coldly at the Primordial World. "Why is there so much miasma? What exactly happened in the Primordial World?"
"Someone, go inside and test the power of this miasma for me!"
For some reason, even he felt a sense of danger hanging over his heart. Clearly, this miasma was no ordinary thing and could very well threaten their lives.
This was utterly unimaginable. A mighty Great Spirit God was actually afraid of poisonous miasma. People would laugh if word got out.
The moment one of the angels stepped inside, everyone saw his flesh rapidly corrode at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He rushed out howling, yet still could not escape the fate of being eaten away.
The flesh on his body vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing but a skeleton before long.
The angel was still howling in agony, though all they could hear was the rattling of bones.
Yet everyone felt utterly horrified. What terrifying miasma!
The strength of a Great Prosperity God could not withstand it at all.
The angel commander felt incredibly fortunate. Thankfully, they had not carelessly gone inside themselves.
However, angels could resurrect in the first place. Even after becoming a skeleton, he continued transmitting messages, describing the power of the poisonous miasma.
At last, they finished probing the nature of this poison miasma.
The angel commander fell silent. There was simply no way to pass through this terrifying miasma, which would make their invasion of the Primordial World a joke.
Suddenly, he slapped his forehead. "How did I forget?"
"Quickly gather large numbers of flesh puppets and cannon fodder. I'll use that cannon fodder to absorb all this excess miasma."
It had to be said that this method of throwing lives into