Inside a swamp surrounded by venomous gas, several figures with shining green eyes let out a burst of terrifying laughter and vanished.
Beside a waterfall in the middle of a beautiful and lush mountain, an old man with white hair and a walking cane suddenly raised his head. Those clear, intelligent eyes under his hood contrasted greatly against his wrinkled skin. He looked in the direction of the Endless Sea, and slowly limped towards Goman Kingdom.
“The wind has come…”
In the middle of the Inner Sea, there was a floating island completely made of white corals. Above the island, wizards wearing the same uniform flew away, led by an academician dressed in a white robe.
Apart from Gravity Forest, Song of the Deep, Floating Mech City, the thunderclouds also attracted many more organizations. Even some powerful individuals were heading to Devil’s Water using their own tricks.
Who would triumph in this rare feast in the south? People were waiting to see.
…
At this moment, a man with green, dry, bark-like skin was moving left and right to avoid the rampaging space ripples in the center of the violent thunderclouds. An occasional rupture in the space would release an unstoppable gravity force and make the man lose balance.
The ruptures were appearing more and more often. The man would get into some serious trouble if he did not flee the place before the entire space was covered by the ruptures.
Underneath him, a small island was sliced into pieces by the raging ruptures. Dirt scattered around the sky, and some plants and animals would sometimes get dragged into the ruptures before they disappeared in a spray of blood.
Thanks to the flying island parts, the green man managed to survive between the space ruptures.
Green flash would shine on his body now and then, and a tree sapling or vine from the broken island would be covered in the same green light to help the man adjust his position, thus he could avoid being sucked into the ruptures.
But more and more ruptures were appearing, and most of the broken island already vanished inside them. If he did not leave soon, he would meet the same fate.
The man looked at the applicator bottle in his hand. A small volume of liquid was inside it. He still needed seven or eight more drops to gather a total of two milliliters.
Greed showed up on his face.
Another rupture appeared nearby. In the first split second, a light dot almost invisible to human eyes came out of the rupture. The man covered his hands in white light and beckoned at the light dot, and as if being dragged by a string, the dot quickly landed inside the man’s palm.
The light dot was placed into the bottle and became another drop of a transparent liquid, slowly flowing down along the wall of the bottle.
The liquid level in the bottle rose slightly, but was still a little far from the indicator showing “two milliliters”.
After a while, the man moved far from the ruptures and stationed himself at the edge of the disaster. The space ruptures caused the violent sea waves to rage around like living monsters. Water tornadoes had surrounded the perimeter. Any creature who dared to cross through would be shredded into bloody parts.
Another group of space ruptures appeared near the edge with a lot more light dots being thrown out. The dots would release a brief brilliance before it quickly vanished. If one did not catch the dots while they were still shining, the dots would fuse into the greyspace barrier of the wizarding world and never to be found again.
The man clenched his teeth and decided something.
He fixed another piece of the broken island outside the edge and pulled a vine from it. He then wrapped the vine around his feet, lunged himself between the space ruptures, and headed into the danger again.