Hearing this, the wizards of the Glory Wizard Alliance fell silent.
Sorov was truly one of the figures standing at the very peak of the world's pyramid, ranked among the top three. As long as he did not die, the Shaman God Family would prosper forever. A level-nine supreme existence could intimidate the entire continent.
At this moment, everyone looked toward Lord Shallow Moon, their eyes filled with hope. Only Lord Shallow Moon could deal with Sorov.
Seeing the gazes around him, Shallow Moon's expression remained neither sorrowful nor joyful.
Sorov was not so easy to deal with. The Death Rules he wielded had already touched the edge of the Death Law. Though both concerned death, rules and laws were not toys to be trifled with. The Death Law was a higher law, nearly on the same level as the Destruction Law he himself controlled.
If the two truly fought, they could be said to be evenly matched. But if they really began fighting, they would likely erase nearly half the continent.
They could not fight.
He glanced around and said, "Dole has also entered the ranks of level-nine supremes. Though I do not know exactly which rules he has mastered or which law they relate to, their power should not be low. Once fighting begins, a vast stretch of the Southwestern Highlands will likely vanish. Rather than waste effort here, it would be better to head to the Empire's western regions and properly resist the energy waves."
Hearing this, the people around them understood that Shallow Moon Patriarch did not wish to make a move, but rather wanted to stabilize the situation.
The group rose reluctantly.
One person asked in confusion, "Dole is really a level-nine supreme? Didn't he only just reach level nine?"
Everyone turned to look at