"Hngg..."

The black-caped Stigmata Sorcerer let out a deep, strained growl from his throat, exerting every ounce of strength in him to push something. Void ripples reverberated from all sides of the hole. It seemed useless, however, the Stigmata Sorcerer could not squeeze out from the black gap however he tried, unable to even enter half a step into the sorcerer world.

Suddenly, a giant pitch-black shadow whose head alone measured a few hundred meters in diameter appeared from the depths of the gap. It tried to squeeze half of its head out.

Goodness! The energy levels of this Stigmata Sorcerer... how far did it reach?

Grimm could only guess that the blurry figure must surely be the Black Isotta Stigmata Sorcerer. His gaze locked onto the black, giant figure's gaping mouth that was right in front of him. Could this be the same mouth that devoured the Golden Breedsnot's giant guardian bird?

After finally coming to terms that his efforts were futile, the Stigmata Sorcerer who was almost out of breath decided to temporarily give up his attempts on crossing the black gap.

Suddenly, as if waking up from a dream, the Seven-Ring snail emissaries emitted a low buzzing sound, working hard to ensure the laws of the world would not close up the black hole.

A short while later, the wide void fortress went silent. All the demon-hunter sorcerers held their breath as they looked up, waiting for the Stigmata Sorcerer to descend for real.

A good amount of time pa.s.sed before something happened which shook Grimm and the other demon hunter sorcerers to their core.

Streaking across the vast sky, a flock of Seven-Ring snail emissaries flew over. There were a few hundred of them, all flying at full speed.

One should know that the laws of the sorcerer's world had the ability to close up void gaps automatically.

The previous Seven-Ring snail emissaries could only manage in making sure the gap did not close up. When it came to expanding the black hole, however, there was nothing that they could do. Now, with the addition of a few hundred more of these snails, the gap finally increased, expanding the black hole once again.

Crunch, crunch… The sounds of hundreds of teeth chewing were nothing short of deafening.

Grimm, who had the talent to sense void relative boundaries could feel the waves of the void shattering like dozens of gla.s.s shards being clas.h.i.+ng against each other in anguis.h.i.+ng, ear-piercing splinters.

Slowly but surely, a black hole two hundred meters in diameter was created.

"Hnghh…"

Once again, the black-caped Stigmata Sorcerer who was on the other side of the black gap began to charge up his energy.

It was then when many demon-hunter sorcerers on the void fortress realized something. The s.p.a.ce around the black gap had started to distort, like crumpling white paper. Cracks began to spread too and branched out like the roots of weeds. Lo and behold, was a black gap two hundred meters wide!

ROAR!

Suddenly, the Stigmata Sorcerer seemed to be agitated as he got stuck in an awkward position. After a roar followed by a loud explosion, two other smaller holes blew out beside the black hole, each spewing out colossal fists made of pure black energy.

CRACK!

Bash, bash, bash...

The two fists bludgeoned and swept around mercilessly. Caught in the middle of a cacophony of shattering sounds, the void was completely torn apart.

A black gap a few thousand meters long tore open in the skies. Something akin to the form of a hideous giant black centipede slithered out of it, rhythmically traversing across the monotonous grey sky.

The Seven-Ring snail emissaries who were holding the black hole open were hit by the sudden explosion and flung helplessly in every direction.

The two mighty fists full of pure black energy ruthlessly spread the gap open like a ma.s.sive gorilla holding up two crumbling pillars.

Snap!

In an instant, the sky looked as if it had an eye, which slowly opened.

Hit by the bullets of a memory, Grimm felt a sense of eerie familiarity with the situation.

It was almost as if he went back to the time after the fight at the Holy Tower. As his consciousness slowly faded, he was just about to faint when the skies above the battle stage suddenly erupted and formed a void gap a few thousand meters wide.

Beyond the gap was that surreal gargantuan eye. It felt as if Grimm was an ant trapped in a bottle and the terrifying eye was observing him from the outside.

The current situation, in all strangeness, was spookily similar!

The only difference here was previously, at the Holy Tower, it was a gigantic eye, whereas the void gap in front of him right now had a pure black giant shadow trying to claw its way out.

This feeling…

On the Sabbatic Goat Staff, the pure black energy within the eye sockets of the goat skull pulsated inexplicably. Grimm gasped with amus.e.m.e.nt. There was no mistaking it now. This must surely be the Black Isotta Stigmata Sorcerer!