Andersen's Gaze and Yaohai's Battle

"He."

Polaris cradled the Nether Sword in her arms, a look of reminiscence flashing through her eyes. From their first meeting to their later confrontations, he had defeated her as a Latecomer and led the direction of Umbral Expanse.

Even when Andersen's terrifying calamity had emerged, he had still turned the tide and made an indelible contribution to the continuation of Umbral Expanse.

She had only survived because of him as well.

"I realized I could no longer see through him back when we were in Umbral Expanse."

"A loser has no right to speak to the victor."

"I hope he takes first place," Polaris added.

Wizard Umbraly Light's eyes shone brightly, a smile touching her lips. "Yes, we all hope he takes first place. This has always been an ambition he never tried to hide."

His waist-length black hair hung loose behind him. Beneath the Blood Light in the sky, his golden Wizard Robe did not appear sullied; instead, it accentuated the nobility of Dark Gold. With his hands behind his back, he climbed step by step to the summit of the towering mountain.

The gate leading to the next Stairway Space gradually formed.

Ryan looked calm. His pitch-black eyes seemed to contain the mysterious vastness of the entire starry sky.

Faint ripples of energy spread with every step he took. Once he entered the Light Gate, the entire mountain collapsed directly into fragments.

"What an unprecedented dark horse. He is bound to create the rarest miracle in all of history!"

An old Wizard watched that unstoppable figure disappear and could not help saying so.

Quite a few people agreed with him.

The Wizards who had previously argued themselves red in the face over Ryan's performance now beamed with delight, as though their former selves had been nothing but