It reached a certain limit before stopping.

Because if it were consolidated any further, it would exceed the allowable range of this world.

Small Knife had been waiting, waiting for the opponent's Master of the World to make a move.

Of course, not just foolishly waiting.

Secretly using his personal space to steal this blood mist.

His personal space kept analyzing.

This stuff is blood, magical blood.

Even if Small Knife utilized the Heavenly Dao Mode of his personal space for analysis, it couldn't fully uncover the secrets within it.

It's not that the personal space isn't strong, but that Small Knife's power is too weak, and his consciousness is limited, so the Heavenly Dao he forms is also limited.

Still not strong enough.

However, at this moment, Small Knife was waiting and started to be puzzled.

Why hadn't that Master of the World made a move yet?

Could it really be that he can't free himself?

What could make someone unable to free themselves?

Indeed.

Small Knife guessed correctly,

The Master of the Blood Heaven Mini World on that side was continually watching over here.

The three bats over there could barely hold on, and just before the Celestial Tribulation was about to fall, this Master of the World understood.

However, out of the nine lords under his command, one died, three had been sent out, leaving only five remaining.

As the strongest players under his command, he could only dispatch them.

As for the powerful natives of this world, hmm. They had all been sucked dry and turned into nutrients.

So in this world, the players dominated, and the natives were just blood food.

An underestimated enemy had intruded from the rear, making this Master of the World anxious.

He had no choice but to put on a posture as if he were about to make a move.

Rolling blood mist surged from his back.

With this, he allowed the remaining five lords to leave and assist those three.

The enemy must be wiped out as soon as possible.

With the movements of this Master of the World,

The opposing Master of the World also acted, directly taking to the sky, with white wings flickering behind, slowly unfurling, growing larger and larger.

Larger and larger, hundreds of meters, thousands of meters, ten thousand meters.

Well now.

The aura it emitted was undoubtedly the pinnacle of a peak Little World.

Both sides understood that this was the Supreme Treasure born of a Little World.

Only treasures of this level could decide victory or defeat on the battlefield of Masters of the World.

At this moment, the owner of the wings, backed by numerous winged birdmen, flew forward.

Landed on the illusory giant wings, like a flurry of feathers.

After they took their positions, the giant wings exuded a faint white light.

Although faint, it illuminated the sky like the sun.

Over there, the thick rolling blood mist actually began to evaporate slowly under this dim white light, making the Master of the Blood Heaven Mini World frown, halting his eager stance.

Anyway, he was just putting on an act to cover the retreat of his subordinates, not actually prepared to fight.

Because that holy light greatly restrained the power of the Blood Race.

Due to personal perceptions, both Little Worlds, at the Fifth Realm, had begun to merge by now.

The channels between the two worlds couldn't be severed.

This was the first essential step in the task of advancing to the Great World.

Never expected the first step to be so difficult.

Right now, it was just mutual probing, with neither side daring to act recklessly.

Because neither could bear the consequences of failure.

The few skirmishes had been limited, with each side winning some and losing some.

Suddenly, those colossal wings began to flap.

With one flap, white light shone, feathers fell, shot out, transforming into a sky full of white feather swords!

Strands of cold air leaked out.

Indeed, this Little World with winged features was rightly called the Snowy World.

Initially, the Blood Heaven Mini World used a trace of its Little World's aura to fake, enticing the Blood Dragon King into an illusion technique.

Even so, it still couldn't fool the lords, let alone the Master of the World.

It was merely a strategy for later use.

Who knew it would attract a giant crocodile.

Now it was regretted greatly.

Uh-oh!

Saw the sky filled with coldly radiating arrow feathers attacking.

The Master of the Blood Heaven Mini World changed facial color.

Immediately far below, the gigantic blood-colored bat raised its head abruptly.

Rolling blood mist spewed out, spreading with invisible ripples.

The incoming sky full of arrow rain, under the formless vibration, turned into nothingness.

In the attack range, the space slightly fluctuated, vaguely revealing the scenes outside this world, apparently reaching the limit of this world, faintly breaking through.

Above the giant bat, it grew a bit gloomier.

This was the world's suppression.

It didn't descend, just like a warning.

However, as the attack ceased, this suppression quickly vanished.

Judging from how fast this suppression disappeared, it seemed this bat was as favored by this world as the Master of the World.

Otherwise, the world's suppression wouldn't fade so quickly.

If Small Knife dared to use attacks that surpassed the Fifth Realm,

the world's suppression would immediately descend.

No matter how quickly he stopped, he would be marked, forever followed, and the next time he used overreaching power, the world's suppression would promptly fall.

Having blocked this major move,

The Master of the Blood Heaven Mini World was just about to speak when his expression suddenly changed, directly turning his head to look.

Amidst the dissipating, not yet eradicated streams of arrow rain, several strong beams of light suddenly erupted, speeding up immensely.

Sliced through the blood mist.

Five figures emerged, their faces shocked.

These were the five lords who seized the opportunity to escape.

At this moment, their bodies shattered.

The broken flesh melted under the white light, but most of them writhed, transforming into blood-colored bats the size of fingertips, scattering away.

However, the snow-white feather arrows seemed to possess spirituality, chasing and attacking, continuously shattering those small bats.

On this side, the Master of the Blood Heaven Mini World, with a changed expression, hurried to act.

Yet he was blocked by that massive two-winged Master of the World.

Even so, the little bats scattering away from this juncture, the surrounding blood mist instinctively surged into their bodies.

Like inflating them, they quickly swelled.

The chasing feather arrows were mighty, yet under the blood mist, they dimmed quickly.

Even so, they ultimately destroyed the majority of the small bats.

In the end, they vanished into nonexistence.

Amidst the dispersing feather arrows, faint screams were heard.

On the gigantic wings of the Master of the Snowy World, several feathers lost their luster, withering quickly.

Clearly, the power of those feather arrows that could penetrate the blood mist was tremendous, but the price was also significant.

The remaining small bats condensed, revealing five figures.

None of these five lords actually died.

Yet their aura was evidently waning.

A massive amount of blood mist gathered around them, boring into their bodies.

It seemed they restored to full victory in a short time, but it shouldn't be that simple.

And at this moment, they felt the watching gaze.

Under the scrutiny of the Master of the Snowy World, the five lords dared not stray from here and leave.

Facing opponents with odds of winning and losing equally, there was no way the Master of the Snowy World would be careless.

Caution upon caution was worth it.

The opponent's eight lords behind turned into five, how could he not notice the peculiarity?

He didn't pay attention to how those first three left.

But now, under his meticulous watch, how could he possibly let these five leave?

Though not knowing what these lords went to do,

even if they all left, the frontal battleground would be easier for him to dominate.

Yet he still opted to block them.

Whatever the enemy intended, not understanding the reason, blocking it wouldn't be wrong.

Moreover, while the opponent was distracted, he allowed his subordinates to enter the opponent's Little World.

Now the two worlds were connected.

The Blood Heaven Mini World was filled with blood mist, when they entered their Snowy World, they could at most operate at average combat strength unless absolutely necessary.

In the same way, players from the opposing world wouldn't easily enter the Blood Heaven Mini World.

The floating frost feathers in the Snowy World, though not suppressing strength, would instinctively attack them, leaving them nowhere to hide.

Death would be the only outcome.

It could be said that entering the Blood Heaven Mini World would suppress their strength drastically.

Entering the Snowy World, however, would bring attacks, making it impossible to conceal oneself.

So now the two Little Worlds were like a gourd, connected through the middle, mutually devouring each other. Both Masters of the World guarded the edges.

Just to aid their respective Little World to succeed in devouring.

Only when the two Little Worlds truly merged would the battle of life and death begin.

Now, any retreat would grant a home-ground advantage, making self-preservation a minor issue.

Of course, it would also give the opposing Little World a slight edge in merging and devouring.