As the saying went, opportunity always favored those who came prepared.
The terrifying black torrent, powerful enough to annihilate Level-9 Beings, had only just receded when someone actually dared to brave the danger and charge forward again.
Even Saine greatly admired the courage such a person possessed.
After all, aside from him, no one present had much resistance to that black torrent.
The one who moved was a Level-8 Dominator.
He was a Level-8 Dominator wrapped in black robes like a mummy, apparently wielding shadow-element Rules.
He had not even reached the Level-8 Peak, possessing only the aura strength of the mid-to-late Level-8 stage.
The fierce melee earlier had also left this Level-8 Dominator severely wounded.
Yet it was precisely this fellow, one who had originally drawn little attention during the Gate Contention War, who seized this precious opportunity and rushed toward the final gate!
He seemed unafraid of whatever terrifying rule-bound entity might lie within the final gate, unafraid that the black torrent might erupt again, and equally unafraid that Saine's God of Machines, with its overwhelming aura, would harm him!
No! In truth, he was terrified!!!
As he rushed toward the final gate, he appeared calm on the surface. The black robes wrapped around him snapped and fluttered as he sped forward.
Yet beneath those tightly wrapped layers of black robes, his Dominator body was trembling uncontrollably!
Any one of the dangers around him could take his life!
Yet he still charged toward the final gate without looking back!
Ankasha... my wife, bless me to enter the final gate, reach a higher dimension, and find a way to bring you back to life! the black-robed Dominator roared inwardly.
In his mummy-wrapped hand, he clutched a wooden sculpture of a woman. Whether it was his wife, no one knew.