[Evaluation]: An evil entity born from the Abyss, forged this dreadful land with hundreds of thousands of corpses.
After examining its attributes, Lear shuddered.
Four traits?! And none of them are useless.
What's more important is—the Land of Flesh and Blood can continue to grow.
And it seems there is no upper limit...
The Master of Stench and Flies is simply a treasure giver.
At this moment, Lear was full of goodwill towards that demigod. This guy was too generous; in the future, if he sends divine artifacts or dragon eggs, Lear wouldn't refuse.
After taking a few deep breaths to barely calm his excited mood, he moved his mind.
The surrounding Wetland Lizard-men suddenly felt the space around them ripple like water waves.
The scarlet earth before them gradually faded and then disappeared completely.
Turning around to look, the ground had turned into an ordinary area with low-growing grass.
As if the horrifying scene seen before was just an illusion.
