A terrifying surge of energy suddenly erupted from 'Victor's' location.
The invisible impact swept across the sky, past the tens of thousands of golden beams of light that converged.
But no one was surprised by this scene.
Because soon, in the center sealed by the pale light.
A voice, overpowering the roar of the wind and the space itself, slowly spoke:
“My family’s divine messenger specifically requested to fight the strongest opponent.”
But the voice was no longer Viktor's.
Instead, it was filled with a sharp, hoarse sound, like fingernails scraping against a smooth stone slab and the friction of sand and gravel.
It was obvious that this was not Viktor's voice.
"So, if you don't become a god,"
The next second, the luminous meteorites composed of magic seemed unable to suppress their restless power any longer, and burst forth with several beams of light leaking from the cracks.
boom--
With a deafening roar, a pale color suddenly burst forth, sweeping across the distant horizon.
From beneath that pale surface emerged an unharmed figure.
The trench coat behind him trailed dazzling light, dancing wildly in the howling, bursting wind and waves.
At the same time, the six colors behind the man seemed to have all awakened.
Like magical rivers with their own consciousness, they swayed gently in the air, casting graceful arcs.
Finally, the man's expression was indifferent, his obsidian-like eyes filled with confidence and arrogance, as well as a familiar coldness.
He put his hands in his pockets and didn't say a word.
Only the crow perched on the shoulder retained its pale blue gleam in its eyes, and chuckled as it spoke:
"How can I fulfill his wish?"
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