However, Medusa soon could not pull it out even another thread. But she did not give up because of that. With a delicate shout, she erupted with even greater momentum, azure flames blazing around her body, and pulled the sword out another thread.
Everyone grew tense and expectant once more, but the sword sank under unimaginable weight. Medusa gripped the sword with all her strength and held out for a while, but eventually, she too ran out of strength.
Now, everyone in the arena focused their eyes on the Sun Elf. He was the only one with the greatest hope, the greatest chance of drawing the King of Kings Sword. If even he could not draw it, then there would be no second person in this world capable of doing so.
The prophecy left behind by that great King of Kings would also never come to pass. No one knew how long it would be before someone might draw the King of Kings Sword again—perhaps it would simply be impossible. This would be an enormous loss to all the foreign races.
Countless people hoped that someone could draw the King of Kings Sword, become the second King of Kings, lead all the foreign races, and ascend to glory once more.
At this moment, countless gazes turned toward the Sun Elf. They placed all their hopes upon him, hoping he could draw the King of Kings Sword, revive all the foreign races, and make them the greatest race.
Under the gazes of countless people, the Sun Elf walked slowly to the King of Kings Sword with an otherworldly air about him. He slowly closed his eyes, let out a breath, and reached out to grip the King of Kings Sword.
His eyes opened once more, golden light flowing through them. A