"You are courting death..."
The eyes behind the giant metal hands prying open the dark rift clearly saw everything within the Netherfire World. After a moment of oppressive silence, amid the boundless pressure that made the entire Netherfire World tremble, the Metal Destroyer revealed a cold intent.
As they looked up at the sky, everyone swallowed hard, yet could not help but breathe a collective sigh of relief.
It was finally coming.
Their sole chance to claw their way out of death!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Arc Lightning Cloud was wreathed in a lightning storm, Wandering Dandelion gathered into four avatars, and the old witch Wei Lide had exhausted her magic. At this moment, the seven-member team from District Twenty-Two of the Wizard World's Two-Ring Holy Tower gathered around the summoning altar.
"Is there really no other way besides this?"
The Flame Chalice sucked on Fat Cat's nipple as he asked weakly.
With magic backlash ravaging him, he was now not even comparable to the two pseudo-Stigmata Sorcerers supported by the Source of Magic. No matter what, he likely could not escape this calamity. The look of one lingering at death's door was plain in his eyes.
Whether it was the crushing, tearing force of the spacetime gate leading to an unknown distant world cluster, or the might of the Metal Destroyer descending in person upon this fragile little world, neither was something this Stigmata Sorcerer suffering magic backlash could face. Because of the level of his life itself, he could not even hide within the world like the low-level sorcerers, like cockroaches and rats, and pray for fate's favor.
Everyone answered with silence.
Every sorcerer had encountered, more or less, some wandering evil gods during their expeditions. Their miserable plight, like duckweed with no roots, truly left one sighing. If