The Slave Witch stirred the pot. Until a monster emerges from the cookie. Hundreds of cakes fused into one body, from gingerbread and sweet cakes to poison cakes. Clinging like a magnet, preparing to destroy the otherworlders. Hiro shot off at high speed. Time and time again, dodging surprise attacks from monsters and spear-carrying cake troops. They charged at Hiro. But the movement is nimble. The right and left feet alternate positions. A swinging Dao-type sword slashes horizontally. Hiro's eyes were straight, hit by cookie crumbs. The monster tried to attack him. Rina, who used the Scythe Rod, parried the attack. Taking his life by cutting his neck. The long-haired girl spun around, and the swing of the giant scythe stick managed to cut heads non-stop. That's not all. The footsteps were relentless, making the army of monsters continue to attack the otherworlders.
"It's endless!" Hiro grumbled.
"There's no other choice! Hiro, I'm going to spit fire here!"
