The perfect creature rapidly aged before even approaching 'him'; the moment it stepped forward, its organs had thoroughly decayed, and before the Nether River Consciousness, it turned to dust and vanished.
"Time Worm!"
The Nether River Will's heart ripped with terror; this Horror Demon could even wield such a creature's ability?
Doesn't this mean that 'he' can traverse the river of time at will?
It thought of a certain possibility: the source that evolves all things? 'He' can employ any species' ability?
Impossible!
To master such an ability—isn't that sitting among the Chaos Gods themselves? How could Disaster Fog dare to create such an existence?
It roared in fury, body retreating in a flash; dozens of the Dead's abilities activated, making its speed so great the eye could not capture it.
Yet, the next instant, a scaleless white dragon roared, its body swelling in an instant. Dragon Scales sprouted, Dragon Claws appeared, Dragon Wings unfolded!
