Red Leaf's Regret in the Final Battle II

The regional divisions on the Primal Ancient Star appeared to be split into the Inner Area, Outer Area, and Core Area. Yet in the eyes of truly powerful Wizard Forces, only those Wizard Forces listed on the Star Core City register had clearly defined regional boundaries—their territory.

The Inner Area was divided into the Borderlands, Revitalization Land, and Near-Star Land. The closer one was to the Core Area, the deeper a force's foundations.

Agru came from a Wizard Force in the Near-Star Land. He had mastered Three Ancient Grand Wizardries and could combine them with one another, unleashing even greater power.

Strength bred confidence. He cared only about those few people and did not believe anyone else could contend with him.

His ambition was to drag those suns perched high above down from the heavens.

He, too, could become the most dazzling star.

Drip!

Blood-red rain fell from the heavens, pattering down and coating everything in a muddy crimson.

Upon the ruined Altar Battlefield, ancient War Souls gradually awakened. Once their soul power had condensed to a certain degree, it twisted reality, forming tangible ribbons that danced overhead like fluttering battle banners.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Agru heard the thunderous war drums of the past, and a fervent fighting spirit rose within him.

His gaze locked onto the black-robed figure ascending the staircase opposite him.

It was an unfamiliar face.

He could not help throwing back his head and howling, "Forfeit. Among all the beings I know, you do not exist. You cannot be my opponent. Rather than waste time, it would be better to leave decisively. At least then, you can retain some of your potential and value."

"You should know that countless beings from various forces and races are watching this Ancient Altar Battlefield. Even the Grand Wizards standing