As one of the Wizard World's oldest Spellcasters, Naige'er had nearly witnessed the entire process of Wizard Civilization crossing from a Mid-Level World into a Top-Level Civilization.
An Old Guy like him belonged to the type that only grew stronger with age.
When he sensed the power of a foreign powerhouse faintly locking onto him, Naige'er not only did not panic, but instead let out a hoarse laugh. "Heh heh heh, someone has set their sights on me... Who could it be?"
"This power is clearly not from the Galente Federation's giant mechs, much less those useless Dominators obedient to the Galente Federation..."
"Hmm, it seems the other side is using the power of darkness and death? The Minghe Empire? Heh heh heh, that suits me quite well."
"If it were an ordinary time, I would definitely have a good time playing with you, but now... cough, cough!" Naige'er suddenly coughed several times as he laughed.
The black blood condensed through Elementalization spilled from the corner of Naige'er's mouth.
This was the ultimate Doomsday Weapon that had directly obliterated a Level 7 Artificial Human of the Norman Federation with a single blast.
No matter how confident Naige'er was in his own strength, after taking a blast from Endless Light head-on, he truly had little desire to face an unfamiliar Dominator whose strength was not much inferior to his own.
In the world of Black Magicians, there was no such thing as standing firm and trading blows head-on.
If they could not win, or if the situation was wrong, slipping away and fleeing were commonplace for Black Magicians.
The battles the Level 8 Black Magician Naige'er had experienced throughout his life were beyond count.
The Minghe Empire's Level 8 Pharaoh King had locked onto Naige'er. Did that mean he truly had