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Chapter 304 Entering the Underworld

The scene shifts to the other side of the city.

Enraged, Meros plunged into the spatial rift and instantly found himself in a mysterious and unpredictable inner world.

In the vast underworld, most of the medium-sized alien races who have illegally crossed over live, as well as some low-level alien races abandoned on Earth.

Due to various limitations and their own shortcomings, most of those intermediate alien races are unable to sneak into the human world like ghosts to satisfy their appetites; or they lack legal identification documents, making it difficult for them to survive in human society for long.

Meanwhile, the inferior alien races presented a completely different picture.

They are diverse in species and form, but they share some common characteristics—a lack of thinking ability and a high degree of adaptability to their environment and the ability to reproduce rapidly.

They are not picky about food and will accept almost anything offered.

Some inferior races are even able to eat substances as hard as stone as food to sustain their lives.

In this almost desolate and resource-scarce underworld, the lower-level alien races are like animals at the bottom of the food chain, multiplying very quickly and then being used as food by the middle-level alien races.

As mentioned before, lower-level alien races are completely different from middle-level alien races, so their consumption of lower-level alien races is similar to humans consuming rabbits.

They only call each other that way because the language of other races can be considered human language.

To be precise, it's a translation error, but it's been used for years and no one has bothered to correct it.

Those intermediate alien races that failed to integrate into human society had to rely on these lower alien races and the few plants and animals in the inner world as their food source.

In this way, a peculiar ecological relationship gradually developed between the middle-level alien races and the lower-level alien races.

Despite the helplessness and struggles these middle-class tribes endured, they still tenaciously survived on this barren land, creating a unique and poignant scene.

Some of the middle-level alien races who smuggled themselves here were tricked into coming. They were told that there was an inexhaustible supply of easy-to-obtain food and that they could easily obtain energy to rise to the ranks of higher alien races. So they tried every means to smuggle themselves here with their families.

Some were fugitives wanted by the authorities, who came to escape punishment, while others came spontaneously after hearing about the Filippo faith.

Therefore, life for the intermediate-level alien races here is extremely difficult, but since no other races care about them, it is essentially a lawless land where neither humans nor other races can control them.

As soon as Meros stepped into this area, the higher and lower races there immediately sensed the danger and fled far away like frightened birds.

However, Meros completely disregarded the panic and flight of these alien races.

As soon as he appeared, the black flames surrounding him expanded rapidly and unstoppably in all directions, centered on him, like a wild horse or a dragon emerging from the sea.

In just a few seconds, within a ten-kilometer radius of where Meros was located, all those who were of medium or low rank, and who were unable to escape in time due to their slower escape speed, were mercilessly caught up with and devoured by the surging black flames, leaving not even a trace behind.

Those eerie, pitch-black flames, burning fiercely like the gaping maw of a demon, mercilessly devoured everything in their path.

After completing this brutal act of devouring, these black flames began to unleash their mysterious magic, precisely removing the useless waste from the bodies of those creatures.

After being selected and refined, these black flames, carrying the purest and most powerful energy, flew swiftly towards Meros's direction with utmost respect, like loyal subjects.

With an almost worshipful gesture, they unreservedly offered the precious energy, refined through countless cycles within their bodies, to Meros, who stood still.

Meros saw the energy being offered in front of him, and casually raised his arm, extending one hand.

In an instant, an invisible force surged from his palm, easily gathering the continuously flowing energy together.

In the blink of an eye, these scattered energies merged and intertwined, rapidly converging into an enormous, dazzling sphere of light.

Immediately afterwards, Meros narrowed his eyes slightly and focused his mind on controlling the ball of light in his hand.

His long, powerful hand slowly tightened, and with this movement, the originally enormous ball of light began to shrink gradually.

At first, the sphere of light contracted slowly, but as time went on, as Meros tightened his grip, the sphere of light shrank faster and faster.

Before long, when Meros's hand was almost completely clenched into a tight fist, the ball of light had already shrunk to only a small fraction of its original size.

However, this was not the end. At that moment, an amazing scene occurred—the sphere of light seemed to have undergone some kind of qualitative change.

Fine cracks began to appear on the originally smooth surface of the sphere, and light seeped out from these cracks, illuminating the surrounding space.

At the same time, the energy inside the light sphere seemed to be under some kind of intense pressure, and began to rearrange and recombine.

Ultimately, under Meros's control, the sphere of light completely lost its circular shape and slowly condensed into a small and exquisite cube.

Although this cube is not large, the light it emits is exceptionally dazzling, and from its appearance, it appears to be incredibly solid, as if it contains endless power.

When everything settled down, time seemed to stand still.

"Whoohoo-"

"Wait, wait for me, Meros!"

Just then, a frantic cry came from the huge spatial rift behind Meros.

The owner of that voice was Ling Ye.

Unlike Meros, Lingye did not pass through the spatial rift in an instant, as she did through the door.

In fact, he had been lingering and hesitating outside the rift for quite some time, but Ling Ye only rushed into the rift in a panic when he saw that the spatial rift was about to close.

Before entering, he took the time to leave a message for the others that he had chased Meros into the spatial rift, and also warned them that Meros was in a rage and had some speculations in his mind.

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