At the edge of the battlefield.
"Finally... it was time to make a move!"
Feeling the battle between the Seventh Ring True Spirit Wizard and the Metal Destroyer in the center of this vast, boundless battlefield entering its true decisive stage, Green, who had been restoring his magic power at all costs, slowly exhaled the stifled breath in his chest.
"Caw caw, using that?"
Little Eight seemed to sense something and asked Green.
At Little Eight's question, Lulianman and Yeye behind them were startled.
Green's ultimate form would never be deployed lightly. Once unleashed, it would surely destroy heaven and earth. Even Lulianman had once secretly studied the field of Self-Sealing Art, but that field was far too profound. It was not one in which ordinary wizards could achieve anything; it required immense perseverance and wizardly wisdom.
Green silently nodded. Beneath the Face of Truth, his tri-colored eyes stared at the people in this small section of the battlefield, who were being beaten back step by step by four Weird Crystal Terminators.
Success or failure would depend on this one attempt!
If he succeeded, then over the coming hundreds or even thousands of years, Green's purely physical evolution would soar like a bird taking flight, reaching the limit of a level-six creature after the sixth layer of Wild Instinct transformation. It would provide Green with the most basic safeguard for exploring the Lightstream Reversal Illusory World.
If he failed, the backlash from his magic power would be one thing. Not only would it take centuries to recover, but on this battlefield fraught with peril at every turn, Green would very likely become an ancient corpse among the metal wreckage scattered across the vast earth, to be excavated by intelligent beings in the future.
Yet in this War of Civilization, like