In a sense, this provides an opportunity for those who attempt to destroy evil.
Therefore, the situation inside the Demon Tower must never be known to other humans.
Especially those witchers.
It's not that we can't beat them, it's just that once humans discover us, countless troubles will come our way.
But just then, a furious roar came from within the crimson storm:
"Revi! How much longer do you want me to hold out?!"
As the sound appeared, Yem's gaze shifted from Hera to the source of the sound.
It was that old man who was locked in a struggle with rage.
His hands, covered in ice, were clashing violently with Wrightton's crimson giant arm.
At the moment of impact, Vladimir's arm jerked violently.
It unleashed a powerful force, repelling Lightton's massive arm.
At the same time, taking advantage of this brief gap, he quickly pulled out his other hand and slammed it down on the opponent's massive body.
Seeing that this human was barely able to withstand the furious onslaught.
Yem had to admit that this human was indeed powerful.
They are probably among the strongest of all humans.
However, no matter how much humanity improves itself, it can never reach the level of standing shoulder to shoulder with demons.
Because the power of demons originates from strong human emotions and desires.
This is especially evident in the battle at this moment.
Indeed, the opponent and the furious fighter were evenly matched.
But the anger emanating from him could be felt even by Yem, who was far from the battlefield.
This is precisely where rage gains more power.
The problem is that this anger was deliberately provoked by rage.
The angrier he became, the more powerful the raging demon became.
Sure enough, when Lightton's fists collided with Vladimir's, a bright red light flashed across the surface of its massive body.
It is absorbing the anger brought by the other party.
The angrier the other party is, the more negative emotions Wrightton absorbs, and the stronger it becomes.
It can only be said that, no matter what, ordinary people are destined to be no match for demons.
Don't even mention Victor, that's not human, that's a monster.
But who was that person the old man was talking about?
Not only Yem, but even Wrightton looked puzzled.
The rhythm of the attack involuntarily paused for a moment.
But then, seven halos of light, shimmering with light, rose up around the magic tower.
The light flowing within the halo was dazzling, magnificent, and mysterious.
Intricate and exquisite patterns intertwine within, forming a chaotic array.
At that moment, both demons froze in place.
That's because it's a signal from the Magic Tower that it's verifying identities, meaning someone has touched the Magic Tower again.
However, the two closest individuals are fighting them, so who can get close to the Demon Tower?
At that moment, both Lightton and Yem turned their gazes toward the end of the earthen wall that connected to the distant city wall.
Although the end of the earthen wall has been destroyed, its end is still connected to the magic tower.
At that moment, a blond mage was standing there.
He was physically strong and had a steady breathing.
Although he bears the marks of time, he looks remarkably young.
Levi stood atop the earthen wall, a calm smile on his face, as if all the hustle and bustle of the world had nothing to do with him.
"Although it looks spectacular, its internal structure is actually a mage tower."
He explained slowly:
"If the runes can be precisely adjusted, the identity verification of the mage tower can be bypassed."
"Go directly inside. However, this requires an extremely high level of magical knowledge."
Upon hearing that familiar and calm voice, even Vladimir, amidst the fierce battle, involuntarily slowed his offensive.
He gradually withdrew from his angry state and, together with Hera, who was equally stunned, looked up at Revi.
They looked at Reeves with puzzled expressions, wondering what he was up to.
Levi glanced at them briefly and bowed respectfully.
"Vladimir and President Hera, thank you both for buying us some time."
As his words fell, Levi's figure began to slowly become ethereal, gradually dissipating like shattered dust.
Only his voice remained, echoing in the air.
"Fortunately, I had participated in the construction of the Royal Magic Academy and had some experience in the research and development of mage towers."
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