"The force behind the Magician is the Desire Spirit Sect..."
Gazing at the pitch-black tide that had submerged the cemetery and countless figures, the colossal thorn tree within it, and that blood-red giant, Aaron understood many things in an instant.
At this moment, a viscous black hue, like petroleum, sealed off the void, preventing him from returning to the mortal world.
The Crimson giant had no facial features. Its blurred face tilted slightly downward, as though looking at an ant.
Aaron felt pressure from the Primordial level.
This leader of the Desire Spirit Sect, the God of Suffering, had clearly opened all six Primordials. He was a genuine Crowned One! Without question, he stood at the pinnacle of the mortal world—a true great figure beyond dispute.
Meanwhile, Aaron had only opened three Primordials. Even controlling Auclair at this moment only made him equivalent to someone who had opened the Fourth Primordial. Given how the gap between Primordials grew wider the further one went, such an enormous disparity was clearly difficult to bridge.
The moment that thought arose, the evil spirit Auclair's body was pierced through by a thorn that suddenly sprouted from the black tide!
An iron-black thorn tree formed in an instant, its branches stabbing through the evil spirit's illusory body and hanging it aloft.
A crimson tide of blood surged down, carrying a curse even deadlier than that of the Crimson Noble, Lofman the Bloodthirster, and fell upon the evil spirit.
Its essence, equivalent to the Fourth Primordial, was as fragile as paper and utterly incapable of resisting.
The "evil spirit" Auclair instantly decayed and swiftly died!
The items on it, including the remnant left behind by "Shadow," all fell downward.
Aaron watched this scene coldly in the form of the Spirit of Void. *Mm, now I'm certain.