A torrent of chaotic information fragments rushed in like an uncontrolled flood.
Desperate cries, the clang of colliding metal, the pungent stench of blood, a burning village, the roar of a giant beast, and finally, the corrosive toxic breath spewed from that enormous maw…
The information was fragmented and chaotic, laced with intense emotional turmoil.
Nevertheless, Xu Yunfan quickly grasped the main points.
This was indeed the Magic World from his previous life. And there were countless so-called Divine Spirits in the heavens: the God of Harvest, the Goddess of Fortune, the Light God…
Xu Yunfan quickly picked out several key pieces of information.
This realm was called Aitira, a land where Magic flourished.
Various giant beasts corrupted by the aura of chaos lurked deep within the forest, far more powerful than the Iron Armor Fierce Boar from before.
