"What do you mean?"
As the leader of this invasion and with no higher-grade Wizards around, Green asked in a low voice.
At the same time, Green's eyes, under the Truth Mask, looked down into the canyon. The Balance Rules were covered with heavy earth veins, layer upon layer, like a seal naturally formed after the world's evolution, without any external force applied—it was all a coincidence, a destiny crafted by the masterful hands of fate.
If not for the will conveyed from beneath the rift earlier, Green's party might have only thought this was a nest of Ancient Dragon People and mutant giant mosquitos.
This world actually possesses a World Master!?
"Hahaha, this is a long story. Hmm, let me think, the Trickster's invasion of the Explosive Thunder World was probably around seven thousand years ago, right?"
Trickster?
Green, Youquan, Agrimond, and Severnese confirmed they had never heard of such a creature.
