Even a desperate last stand was wishful thinking. All it could do now was pray it would not encounter any experts from this Source World.
Yet it did not know that danger was already closing in.
"I've picked up its scent!" the World Beast said.
"We'll catch it soon!"
"Good!"
They were stronger than the Ghost Soul Race expert to begin with, and now they had the protection of the rules as well. Catching it was only natural.
As time passed, the distance between them steadily shrank. Purple Wood God King, pursuing from behind, grew increasingly restless.
Though pursuing the Ghost Soul Race offered considerable benefits, the Ghost Soul Race was still a race from another Source World.
No matter how he looked at it, they were enemies of the Origin Continent.
Whether for the rewards or for this Source World, he had more than enough motivation to kill the Ghost Soul Race expert.
"What was that?"
The Ghost Soul Race expert flew toward another dimension at full speed. To move as fast as possible, it had even used some of the souls it had painstakingly collected.
Yet even with the souls' assistance, the restrictions imposed by the rules kept it from gaining any real speed.
"This damned Source World! Why is its structure so bizarre?"
"Our home Source World wasn't nearly this complicated. These damned Three Thousand Dimensions are far too vast. And with that so-called Origin Continent as well, just how big is this Source World?"
"If... the elders had chosen another Source World, might we have already conquered it by now?"
"Were we... a little too greedy in choosing this Source World?"
The atmosphere around it seemed increasingly oppressive, especially with nothing but surging chaos flow for company throughout the countless spaces around it.
Now, in particular,