Familiar High Tower Card Clang—
The same sound as ever came from the altar.
It was still the longsword in Marshall's hand smashing against the ground.
Only this time, even Vivian had no desire to mock him.
Clearly, this was not normal.
Now that things had reached this point, anyone looking on would be able to sense something was wrong.
Though no one knew exactly what was abnormal about it, everyone felt that way in their hearts.
Especially Marshall and Vivian.
The two highest-level big shots present both could not help developing a strange premonition.
Whether it was good or bad, they did not know.
But who would not want to make some changes?
Especially Vivian.
How many years had passed since she had accidentally been captured last time?
Marshall's sudden loss of control was an excellent opportunity for her to break free of her current situation.
As long as she could tear loose the two iron chains hooking her and recover her Magic Power, these people would absolutely not be her match.
However, just as Vivian was thinking this smugly, she suddenly saw Marshall's entire body trembling.
And the tremors were very violent.
"Old man, what's wrong? Finally ready to die?"
Vivian looked at his trembling body with considerable amusement and asked disdainfully.
However, Marshall did not answer her.
Others did not know.
That True Ancestor did not know.
The Black Witch across from him did not know either.
But he knew.
Failing again and again, three times over, was simply impossible for him.
The first time, the second time, although he had been very surprised, perhaps he had not thought much of it.
But the third time was different.
Under the clear certainty that he would not make a mistake, Marshall had thrust out this sword with extreme