"I'll give you something more."
Standing atop the engine, the Hooded Man sneered, pulling out a bunch of objects from his bag and throwing them over. They were mostly twisted sculptures and equipment tainted with an eerie aura.
These were the Evil God's creations they had collected.
Nothing was more destructive to the numbers of the Eternal World Tree.
The Grey Dream, having lost its anchoring ground, began to fall towards the depths of the Abyss.
The speed of the fall accelerated.
After several dozen seconds, it broke through the barrier of Depth Tier Two.
Within the realm of the Grey Dream.
The endless sea of forests rustled loudly as shards and voids suddenly appeared atop the firmament, infused with an evil presence that transformed into distorted light and shadows.
A section of the green mountain range, which had been lying still, suddenly opened a pair of golden vertical pupils.
"What's happening?"
