As the numerous Stigma Sorcerers and Third-Level Great Sorcerers rushed in through the hole in the World's Veil left by the Blood-drinking Battle-axe Stigmata Sorcerer, the Decayed World seemed like a terrifying invasion of demonic fiends, and the interior instantly erupted into chaos.
Outside the void, only the Light Halo Stigmata Sorcerer and Green remained.
Gazing at this Third-Level Great Sorcerer with flowing Seven-Colored Runes in self-sealing technique, a hint of admiration flashed deep in the eyes of the Light Halo Stigmata Sorcerer's dull face.
"How many World's Veil rules can you open?"
The Light Halo pointed to the World's Veil hole that was gradually closing.
Green gave a helpless bitter smile and said, "I can only open a hole at my body's strongest potential, at most fifty meters. Just helping the Blood-drinking Battle-axe Stigmata Sorcerer was already my limit."
