<h4>Chapter 310: Expedition to the Burrow World III</h4>


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    Hmm?


    The Demon-Hunter Sorcerers squeezed against each other as they gathered at the void fortress. Naturally suspicious, a sudden overbearing grunt made them all shiver uncontrobly. They all slowly looked up one by one before falling silent at the same time. With gazes of sincerity, they looked to this intimidating person behind the ck gap with the utmost respect, waiting for him to descend.


    Although it was only an aura that had identally surged out from the gap, it was still terrifying enough as if a level-twelve blizzard had just swept over them. This sent massive chills down their spines. A sudden realization hit them. Had they perhaps underestimated the power of this Stigmata Sorcerer? Could the real power of this Stigmata Sorcerer have exceeded their mental calctions?


    Grimm, like all the other Demon-Hunter Sorcerers, could not help but shiver along with the team.


    Shocking everyone, Myna suddenly shrieked with a loud “Caw!” and in an excited manner, it said, “Young master, this Stigmata Sorcerer undoubtedly survived the ancient times and lived till now. This is surely the aura of a person that stands on top of the food chain; a tyrannical plunderer! I’m sure of it!”


    Grimm was well-aware of ancient sorcerers that couldmand an immeasurable and merciless army of ves, passing through one world aperture to another as they conquered foreign worlds.


    He whispered under his breath. “He certainly is. That Stigmata Sorcerer behind the gap must the ck Isotta. I’m sure of that aura.”


    “ck Isotta... the owner and master of your sorcerer academy?” Myna asked, somewhat hesitant.


    Grimm spoke faintly, “At that time, we didn’t get to meet this great Stigmata Sorcerer because Master Peranos’ soul partner Garnigle was in the dimensional gaps.”


    “Great my ass!” Myna snapped. “Back in the day, these would be considered puny sorcerers...!”


    ...


    Obviously, Grimm had guessed that this Stigmata Sorcerer was stuck at the other side of the ten-meter plus ck gap, unable to descend into the Sorcerer World.


    The blurry-figure of a ck-caped Stigmata Sorcerer roared deeply like a primitive, barbaric beast that was on top of its food chain.


    This ten-meter long ck gap was then torn apart by a strong force, expanding to both sides continuously until it reached a few hundred meters wide.


    Strangely fast and unparalleled, a few Seven-Ring snail emissaries flew by. Like spring silkworms engulfing mulberry leaves, they surrounded the edge of the void gaps and quickly devoured it. This caused the small gap to slowly expand into arge circle.


    One-fourth of an hoursster, a ck hole the shape of a perfect circle measuring a few hundred meters in diameter appeared abruptly in the sky.


    Outside the ck hole was the energy vacuumyer of the Sorcerer World. Although the sky was grey, blinding rays of sun pierced through the clouds. However, there was nothing in the ck hole except for a chilling silence.


    “Hngg...”


    The ck-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 ck gap however he tried, unable to even enter half a step into the sorcerer world.


    Suddenly, a giant pitch-ck 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 ck Isotta Stigmata Sorcerer. His gaze locked onto the ck, 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 finallying 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 ck gap.


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


    A short whileter, 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 passed 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 thews 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 ck 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 ck 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 rtive boundaries could feel the waves of the void shattering like dozens of ss shards being shing against each other in anguishing, ear-piercing splinters.


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


    “Hnghh...”


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


    It was then when many demon-hunter sorcerers on the void fortress realized something. The space around the ck 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 ck 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 ck hole, each spewing out colossal fists made of pure ck 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 waspletely torn apart.


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


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


    The two mighty fists full of pure ck energy ruthlessly spread the gap open like a massive gori holding up two crumbling pirs.


    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 simr!


    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 ck giant shadow trying to w its way out.


    This feeling...


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