The Glory Empire was immensely powerful in its own right, while the Glory Wizard Alliance stood unrivaled in alchemy. They had developed countless alchemical products with no small amount of power. Some alchemical tools could even be wielded by apprentice wizards to blast powerful wizards to death. Aside from their considerable energy consumption, they had practically no drawbacks, making the empire exceedingly difficult to conquer.
Now that the Glory Empire had gained a new apex Level Nine, many people felt as sick as if they had swallowed flies.
The Dark Empire and the Light Empire in particular were both wondering uneasily: was it still appropriate to attack the Glory Empire now?
At the summit of Mount Aya.
A black-clad figure suddenly flew in from afar and landed atop the mountain. He looked down and gazed toward the Southwest Plateau in the west.
He did not see Dole, but he sensed the other party's aura. Four immense Level Nine auras floated in the sky, radiating incomparably tyrannical fluctuations of law. Looking in that direction was like seeing the entire world standing there.
After a long while, he frowned slightly. The other party had dared to strike back against the Voodoo Organization's infiltration and provoke the Shaman God Family—so he truly had something to rely on. But was that support really not brought to him by the Glory Empire?
At this moment, he saw that countless Level Nines in other directions were watching this place, watching them, watching this great battle.
The figure frowned. If the Shaman God Family suffered a setback this time, it would cause far too many repercussions. At the very least, their prestige would suffer tremendous blows. Damn it—he had said long ago not to expose their tracks, yet they had still been discovered.
Just as he