In less than ten minutes, the crowded group of animals near the river was all infected by the Plague. Their flesh rotted, their bones became brittle, and then turned to ashes under the scorching sun, swept away by the wind in all directions.
With the help of these ashes, the Plague spread further, quickly extending from the cave where the Third Generation Seed of Plague perished. The surging green light swept through, causing animals to rot and melt, even plants began to wither and dissolve. Wherever the green light passed, vitality disappeared from the land, leaving no life behind.
There's no quicker way of slaughter than this.
Similarly, at this stage, there's no faster means to break the Level Lock.
A certain powerful force hovering above Earth began to loosen and then gradually collapsed.
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"For the Demon Tribe!"
