Deep underground.
The Emperor Species floated in midair, lashing the eight long tails behind it and swatting away every attack from the Spell Spirits.
Even rule-based Spellcraft was knocked flying the instant a tail struck it.
Boom-
The castle was continually ravaged by all kinds of Spellcraft.
"How disappointing. An entire castle full of Spell Spirits, and not one of them is worthy of fighting me."
As the Emperor Species spoke, it suddenly froze.
That human powerhouse was gone.
Suddenly realizing something, it charged out of the castle and looked a short distance away.
The giant that had initially been covered in tubes was slowly opening its eyes, while all the tubes attached to its body sprang free and vanished.
"No wonder it looked familiar... This is the corpse of the World Will. To think you had it!"
The Emperor Species spoke.
The giant opened its mouth, and Xu Xingke's voice emerged:
"I improved its power in the hope of fighting you once more."
The Emperor Species gazed at the giant, a trace of recollection entering its eyes, and said gravely, "Thousands of years have passed in the blink of an eye. The poison I left on the corpse back then has lost its potency. I never imagined you would get lucky and take advantage of that."
"-Is it still called the 'Desolate Ancient Tomb-Guarding God'?"
"No," the giant rumbled. "It's called 'Only My Son Can Hit Me' now."
"You're courting death!"
The Emperor Species flickered repeatedly, streaking through the dark void in an instant and punching straight through the giant's chest.
"Hahaha, you haven't even repaired its wound, and you expect to fight me like this?"
It burst into wild laughter.
Suddenly.
Some kind of summons came from the void.
"Banner Feast."
-This was the agreed-upon signal.
The slave