The spiral of spatial fabric that spun like a vortex did not close.
It kept widening until it reached equilibrium and remained stable as though it wouldn't leave.
This was a Galaxy Wormhole, its diameter stretching as far as three thousand kilometers. It was like a looming disaster, its edges grinding against the earth and the skies. The surrounding heaven and earth energy was thick despite the desolate air, all of it rushing from the other end of the Galaxy Wormhole.
Before it, armies gathered.
They did not come in disorder like the magical beasts that had first emerged.
They stood in ranks, endless ranks, filling the horizon and their numbers stretching beyond sight. Among them, a few towered like mountains, their breaths forming storms as they stood tall.
It must be known that most magical beasts that were at the True Exalt Beast Stage would be at the size of a dwarf planet!
