At this moment, people all over the world raised their heads in unison and looked towards the sky.
High up in the sky lie the ruins of the Royal Palace, the desolate remains of the Royal Capital, and a terrifying twisted monstrous worm over forty meters long.
"Evil God!"
This term instantly surfaced in everyone's heart.
To the people of the Holy Magic Continent, this term symbolizes disaster, a death toll of Armageddon, the fear planted in their bodies decades ago has reawakened and intensified at this moment.
The Evil God descends, and this time it is not even a juvenile form. Sixteen years have left it weakened, yet allowed its body to grow further, reaching the extent to barely imprison the World Consciousness.
Fear is spreading, yet amidst the ruins, a group of people did not flee. Instead, they faced the twisted and polluted Evil God, their long spears pointing directly at the twisted creature.
