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Like the wailing of a dying world, the howls swept through every corner of the canyon.

Even as Tuck hid within Chaos Ecology No. 2, deep in this profound underground fissure, he still couldn't escape the baptism of the Ancient God Wail.

While Tuck experienced the sensation of separation between Sequence and Master State.

Ashes of death constantly fell from the sky.

Death came seeking.

And in the depths of the world fissure where Tuck's Small World was located, skeletons, undead, zombies, necromancers...

Surged forth like a tide.

In the previous wave, Tuck had released fire and burned a vast number of undead to death.

During the three-month period of rampant undead, Tuck's level experience foundation had soared by three levels.

This time, he could probably grow another two or three levels.

For such a good opportunity, Tuck naturally wouldn't miss it.

Moreover.