In the face of everyone's doubts, Rod just smiled faintly.
"Don't worry, there's nothing that can devour me."
"And no monster can be my match."
With a quick movement, Rod shot out like a bolt of lightning.
The small figure was engulfed in the overwhelming gray mist in the blink of an eye.
These spirit-type monsters born of polluted spirituality were almost all gray, and they resembled a terrifying sandstorm threatening to sweep over the world.
Liszt was so anxious that he almost jumped off the rock to chase after Rod, but fortunately, he was held back by Numbers 7 and 9 just in time.
In terms of frontal combat power, he was merely a Third Rank combatant with no large-scale destructive capabilities.
Rushing in like that would only result in being buried in dust alongside Rod.
"Number 1," Number 19 said, "please trust Number 0, he will create a miracle."
