Half an hour later, the Thorny Forest finally spread over.
At this moment, calling it a forest wasn’t quite accurate. It looked more like Rubik’s cubes woven from thorns, stretching from the Dream Crystal ground all the way into the sky!
It resembled a towering fortress wall, toppling towards the Final Land. The dense vines completely blocked out the sunlight.
Some Magic Monsters began to sense that something was amiss, and started rushing out.
However, the countless layers of thorn walls were so resilient that ordinary Magic Monsters couldn’t break through the barrier.
Even the occasional monster that broke through either changed its survival form to become liquid or mist, or relied on brute force to burst through.
The former generally weren’t very strong, and had significant limitations; even if they broke through, they were likely controlled by the Sea of Electrocution, after which they could be slowly cleaned up. As for the latter, even if they used brute force to break through hundreds or thousands of thorn walls, could they really get through tens of thousands of such walls? Definitely not. In the end, they still succumbed to "art."
As for whether there were powerful Magic Monsters that could break through the thorn walls, there were, but very, very few. Currently, Angel sensed that these special Magic Monsters numbered less than a hundred in total, and even if they broke through the thorn walls and resisted the paralysis of the Sea of Electrocution, they would ultimately be trapped by the Shadow of the Cage.
These Magic Monsters only required a bit of time later to be entirely cleared and could be temporarily ignored.
Right now, their focus should be on the Final Land, spanning just a kilometer in radius but densely packed with countless Magic Monsters.
Laplace had stopped the bombardment a few minutes earlier and quietly awaited the convergence of the Magic Monsters.
The more densely the Magic Monsters gathered, the brighter Laplace’s eyes shined.
She could completely imagine how satisfying it would be to drop a scale explosion amidst such a vast congregation of Magic Monsters!
One detonation wouldn’t be enough, then two, three... a hundred!
What couldn’t be done in reality, Laplace could do recklessly here, without caring for any cost! If tired from bombing, there’s a safe zone, and if the scales are used up, more are supplied, everything seemed too wonderful!
Laplace’s excitement grew, and at the peak of it, she glanced back at Angel in the safe zone: "I’m going in."
At this point, there were still some scattered Magic Monsters attempting to breach the thorn walls. According to Angel’s thoughts, they could wait a bit longer.
However, since Laplace volunteered, Angel wouldn’t stop her.
The Final Land had formed, and it was incredibly difficult for the Magic Monsters to escape. Laplace was free to bombard them, even if they were slightly scattered, just bombard more times.
With Angel’s approval, Laplace didn’t hesitate and rushed forward immediately.
When Laplace reached her position, Angel heard Laplace laugh for the first time. Although she tried to suppress it, the restrained wildness and the faint indulgence were still evident in her laughter.
With the laugh, the scale exploded loudly!
In the following minutes, Angel witnessed what true art was in the Final Land.
Sound-wise, the bombardments were like drums and gongs, ringing incessantly.
Visually, the intense bursts of light, enhanced by various factors, assumed myriad colors, resembling a rainbow rising from the ground, filling the sky.
The audio-visual spectacle was only a relatively inconspicuous part of this feast.
What was truly astonishing was the final effect!
Countless remnants were blasted skyward, blood mist of various colors filled the sky, and the carcasses of the Magic Monsters fell like rain.
A mountain formed of monster bodies continued to pile up, reaching kilometers high.
The Fungal Bloom now lay at the mountain’s very base. Previously needing to slip into spatial crevices to avoid bombardment, it had grown comfortable amidst the carcasses, no longer needing to hide. It simply lay there quietly, enjoying the abundant energy from the carcasses and the most crucial Nightmare Realm essence delivered by its "master," utterly content.
Angel and Laplace didn’t mind the Fungal Bloom reveling in comfort, as it indeed played a significant role.
By now, Laplace had exploded her entire set of scales seventy times in the Final Land, meaning Angel used the Dream Conch to hand over new scales seventy times.
This high-intensity bombardment, if in reality, would have collapsed the sturdiest spaces multiple times.
Yet here, in the Final Land, the space remained stable like mountains, showing no signs of collapse. All this relied on the Fungal Bloom.
Angel regarded the Fungal Bloom ever more highly, this mushroom truly wasn’t in vain—one of the top five best breeds cultivated by Minister Nuka.
The effects were indeed immensely powerful.
If the Fungal Bloom’s effects were so formidable, the other mushrooms Ammon, Universal, White Embryo and Shell wouldn’t be weak either!
While Angel marveled aloud, the mountain of Magic Monsters had surpassed one kilometer, reaching two kilometers.
Undoubtedly, it was the highest mountain in the Crystal Origin of Dreams at the moment, without exception.
As for the number of Magic Monsters, previously dense and pervading the sky, now they appeared sparse, like grass piling atop the Corpse Mountain.
The remaining Magic Monsters in the sky numbered less than a thousand, many attempting to flee.
But it was too late. The Thorny Forest and the Sea of Electrocution made it impossible for them to escape this net of heaven and earth.
Unless they fled to the Void.
However, Void cracks aren’t opened just at will; it took the previous energy surges of countless Magic Monsters to open a breach. Now, with most of them dead or injured, even combined, the remaining Magic Monsters couldn’t easily break the Void.
Moreover, Angel was there.
Even if Angel couldn’t summon wind and storm like in the Wilderness of Dreams, as the quasi-master of the Crystal Origin of Dreams, his authority over the Gate of Dreams and Gatekeeper allowed him to crazily reinforce the boundary membrane outside the Crystal Origin of Dreams.
Under such circumstances, the Magic Monsters were practically like fish in a barrel, bound for disaster.
Indeed, Laplace, to savor the final "artistic aftertaste," even slowed the bombardment, yet those less than a thousand Magic Monsters still couldn’t withstand the layered waves of bombardment.
Ultimately, they too turned into fragments, falling from the sky, adding to the Corpse Mountain’s two-kilometer height.
Minutes later, Laplace elegantly descended from the sky.