Stirring

"This is a formidable opponent."

Qimudan took a step back, his expression grave. "His power has definitely reached the level of a King."

In the Wizard World, the level of a King meant the Eighth Tier. Even during the Ancient Wizards' heyday, only a handful of them had possessed such strength.

After the great war between the Ancients and the Calamity World, no such beings remained in the Wizard World.

Or rather, even if there were any, they were most likely still deep in slumber. They would not appear unless the Wizard World faced an existential crisis.

And here in the Abyss World, the only ones capable of facing the King before them were the seven of them.

"He's just a big brute."

Majen's expression was cold as he strode forward and launched his attack.

Without the slightest hesitation, he transformed into his true form, turning into a mass of shadow.

The ground was instantly obscured as a layer of shadow spread over the surrounding world.

Under the astonished gazes of countless onlookers, an enormous, majestic Spirit Devouring Bird appeared in midair.

The Spirit Devouring Bird race was already enormous by nature.

As the King of the Spirit Devouring Birds, Majen's body had reached an unimaginable size.

Even beside the Primordial Demon before him, he was in no way inferior.

He beat his wings, slowly taking flight. Blood-red light flickered and danced in his eyes, which seemed to hold enough darkness and shadow to drown an entire world.

Ripples spread through the surrounding space.

The ground all around began to collapse.

As the violent aura surged, the Primordial Demon in the distance slowly raised his head and looked at Majen.

Boom!

It was as if bolts of lightning flashed high above. In that instant, the world around them seemed to