C1291 Emperor Level Native Magical Creature!

Half a day had passed.

Just before the onset of the third stage.

There loomed a pitch-black wall, seemingly forged from the densest black fog, stretching endlessly into the horizon.

Merely approaching it,

One could sense an immensely potent corrosive force emanating from the wall. The mere residue of this force was enough to send ripples across the protective bubble surrounding Deimos