A gray-white mask, with three eerie eyes blinking flexibly.
Standing atop Black Stone Mountain, the tens of millions of Pegasus Legion mbers bustle and sprawl over the vast and desolate lands surrounding the mountain. As the ruler of these expansive lands, Green represents the will of the invading and plundering Evil God, slowly raising his extre abyss magic staff, the symbol of Black Stone Mountain’s full power.
At the tip of the staff, a trace of insignificant aura seeps out from the extre cold crystal, causing large blue snowflakes to descend from the sky, triggering the roars, cheers, and celebrations of the countless Pegasus, as if a tidal wave surging wildly.
Once creators of an enchantnt civilization, the Pegasus, after their cooperative division-of-labor societal system was repeatedly shattered by world wars, were bullied by every world, in a pitiful state.
With the arrival of one Evil God after another, these Pegasus who were once purely defensive and vengeful gradually degenerated into fierce, cunning dark creatures without faith.
Over the vast land, through the rules and veins, Green’s Truth Mask could faintly see energy streams ranging from ten to several dozen ters in length.
Beneath the rocks, the soil, the vegetation, and the streams, faint white mysterious light beams erged from the world’s source, gently converging towards the sky, reaching the nearly perfect full moon.
Affected by these mysterious light beams, air elents continually rose, and in the perception of the Pegasus Legion, the air seed to transform into flowing water; by mastering certain operating techniques, rapid flight could be easily achieved.
"Sure enough, it’s external influence!"
Although Green’s Truth Mask couldn’t currently uncover what specifically impacted this world’s rules, it was clearly felt that the world’s fundantal rules were subtly affected by so external force, sothing seemingly hidden at a deeper level.
Every world experiences the process of birth, growth, flourishing, decline, and demise. The Endless World evolves through the Void Creatures, always abiding by the Balance Rules. Although the rise and fall process of a world is exceptionally lengthy compared to the majority of beings in the Material World, so much that most creatures wouldn’t realize it.
However, for a creature of Green’s stature, at the Lord of the World Level, he could vaguely sense the world’s changes and fluctuations.
At this mont, with the birth of the Full Moon Gate, Green distinctly felt the rapid decline of the Evil God Playground. Each ti the Full Moon Gate opens, it consus its own foundational potential and essence.
If this continues, it won’t take tens of thousands of years for the world to completely collapse, shattering into pieces.
"Hehe, it’s truly exciting, I wonder how the preparations are going over there."
Xiao Ba’s wings continuously rubbed together in excitent, glaring at the full moon in the sky, his laughter tinted with evil.
Behind Green, the Nether Flower Sprite pressed her lips. Originally a sacrifice to save the world, bearing the Sorrow of the Other Shore Poison as food to delay the Soul-devouring Fla Demon’s invasion of the Nether Flower World, she has undergone unimaginable setbacks, yet unexpectedly encountered this traveler from a distant world.
Although the outco remains unclear, at this mont, the Nether Flower Sprite was full of confidence in saving the world!
With a gleam in her eyes, the Nether Flower Sprite, with her graceful posture, walked behind Green; she had now regained her peak third-level strength, appearing slightly smaller standing beside the Spined Behemoth that Green transford into, but she had gradually adapted to the Source of Darkness aura emanating from Green.
Close to Green, the Nether Flower Sprite felt a never-before-experienced sense of security.
In the distant sky, near the high elevation of the Full Moon Gate, appeared nurous star-like dots—the powerful Evil Gods from the Calamity Camp, leading their Pegasus Legions to the Full Moon Gate to wait.
"Try not to stray far from later; these Evil Gods and Pegasus don’t differentiate between you and your kind."
As Green spoke, the Bone-Spike body at the summit of Black Stone Mountain suddenly began expanding continuously—ten ters, twenty ters, thirty ters, fifty ters, a hundred ters—his aura rising sharply. The hundred-ter Barbarian Giant Sun Chaser stood atop the mountain, surrounded by tens of millions of Pegasus!
The Nether Flower Sprite trembled involuntarily as she looked up at the colossal figure beside her. Despite being advised to stay close, her body instinctively wanted to distance herself from this Terror Creature for fear that the next breath might inadvertently crush her to death, the gap in power was truly vast.
"Little ones, co with to conquer the Nether Flower World, and indulge in revelry!"
Roar...
The roars resounded across the mountains, with so relatively strong Pegasus quickly learning to fly by riding these mysterious light streams, their speed more than doubling compared to usual, while others, weaker Pegasus, resembled novices learning to swim, occasionally leaping and floating on the ground, with so even injuring themselves.
These cunning dark creatures naturally had no sympathy. Those unable to adapt to environntal changes were left to their fate.
Starry lights twinkled; Green emitted a powerful, distinctive aura from himself, approaching the Full Moon with a diater exceeding ten thousand ters. Unlike the understanding of Lower Beings, for a Lord of the World, it was rely a natural phenonon manifested by world rules.
For Green, with his Eye of the World, what he truly saw was a loophole on the painting paper of the world, where the Rule Runes were being driven away, and the funnel twisted space-ti for unknown reasons, rging and overlapping with another world.
"Hehehe, Your Excellency Bone Emperor, what a delightful mood, letting this sprite witness her kin being devoured by us, savor her screams of despair, spending every day in fear, plunged into endless darkness, awaiting the day we grow tired of the ga before being consud..."
The Cyclops Troll King laughed savagely, his true form astonishingly massive, exceeding a thousand ters, resembling a standing frog.
In the entire Evil God Playground, only the Shadow Bone Dragon had a larger true form, with a single eye on its chest extending blood threads, seemingly overexcited.
"Kekeke..."
Green laughed evilly in response; as the Barbarian Giant Sun Chaser he transford into, he wasn’t particularly noticeable among the myriad wandering Evil Gods gathered from various worlds, scanning the nurous Evil Gods present with the three eyes beneath his Truth Mask.
On the Purgatory Camp side, Fist King Tribes, Demonic Skin Ghost, Cyclops Troll King, Amkes Sun God, Berserk War Bear King all had interactions. From Green’s perspective, each was a highly troubleso figure, even being a Level Five Stigmata, he felt imnse pressure.
If he were to fall into the Evil God Playground during his Fourth-Level tis, he would be among the weakest here.
As for the other mbers of the Purgatory Camp, their strengths weren’t exceedingly outstanding, but they were exceptionally troubleso characters, with very strong independent capabilities.
On the Calamity Camp side, a terrifying figure over two thousand ters tall spread its wings, blocking the sun. The solid aura on the Shadow Bone Dragon, from Green’s perspective, had already surpassed the initial layer of Level Six Creature strength.
Besides, there were five others on the Calamity side. Among them, the Rift Beast was the sole weakling, a limp creature with a body full of tal blades, colorful, over twenty ters, never far from the Shadow Bone Dragon.
The remaining three Evil Gods were all above Level Five, with Green lingering his gaze on the Sword of Shadows for a few more monts before looking towards the gradually blurring Full Moon. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian) to vote for recomndations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian for reading.)
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