From the moment the fat man appeared to the brief time he spoke with Roland, the Dominators of the Minghe Empire on the surrounding battlefield had been greatly shocked and impacted.
The Pharaoh King with Level-7 Peak strength first had one question: "Where did he come from?"
The second question swiftly followed: "How did he get in?"
A piercing shriek and sinister Power of Death gathered into a finger and pressed down on the fat man.
This time, the fat man had no time to shoot the breeze with Roland. Facing the Level-7 Peak Pharaoh King's Finger of Death, he too raised one finger.
The same dense Power of Death gathered at his fingertip.
Two fingers of death, born of different civilizations and different understandings of laws, collided in this starry expanse.
The surging Elemental Tide directly transformed into rolling gray clouds of death, billowing in every direction.
Since Rogge the fat man had arrived, Roland no longer needed the underlying Blessing Power provided by the Bairen Empire legions on the surrounding battlefield.
In terms of strength, this fat man was half a notch stronger than Roland himself.
In terms of ability, this fellow was an Undead Magician.
What was the most famous characteristic of Undead Magicians?
Was it their Death Element magic? No, no, no—it was the Undead Legions they could summon and command!
One person was an entire legion. For Undead Magicians, that was absolutely no exaggeration.
And Roland, who knew Rogge the fat man extremely well, also knew that he possessed other trump cards.
The collision of dense Power of Death left the Minghe Empire's Level-7 Peak Pharaoh King empty-handed.
When experts exchanged blows, even a very brief instant was enough to weigh the opponent's worth.
The Level-7 Peak Pharaoh King was unwilling to admit it, but