"Which Holy Ancestor has descended?"
"Not good, yet another New Faction Dark Holy Ancestor has arrived!"
In the depths of the battlefield shrouded by endless dark creatures, pairs of eyes peered secretly, and a series of low exclamations echoed.
On the vast battlefield, as countless dark creatures fought among themselves, in the eyes of the Myriad-Headed Bird that Green had transformed into, aside from some World Master level dark creatures that could be noticed, the rest of the lower dark creatures were nothing but flickering lights, insignificant and unworthy of mention.
As for those dark gurgles?
In the eyes of the Myriad-Headed Bird, they were almost equivalent to dust, yet they could amplify its strength, prompting Green to protect them as much as possible during the battle.
This feeling made Green seem like a ruler of the battlefield, already seeing the might of other battlefield rulers, yet restrained by the lowest creatures, not an independent life form.
