"Which of you should I deal with first?"
Demonfeather Phoenix looked utterly relaxed, as if everyone lay within the palm of his hand. He seemed to have automatically ignored Green, who was "trembling in fear" off to the side. One of his arms, wreathed in devilish energy, was covered in black feathers, wisps of black smoke rising from it as he slowly lifted it.
Suddenly!
"Abyss World..."
Like the incomparably chilling growl of a beast forced from the deepest part of his throat, Green's trembling body went still. Under everyone's speechless, horrified gazes, the floor of the Spider-Silk Nether Hall beneath his feet shattered with a buzz.
Immediately afterward, an Annihilation Arc crackled and exploded violently. At the center where light and darkness intertwined in Annihilation Concordance, Green's tri-colored eyes gradually turned an incomparably blood-red hue, like a berserk state after blood had flooded into them.
"Formless Ancient Demon!"
All at once, an earth-shaking roar erupted. Countless roars rose and fell within his soul and will, while one withered old hand after another raised Elemental Light high. Green was instantly drowned in raging fury and hatred.
Centered on Green, deafening waves of sound blasted outward. Like ancient Wizards charging forward fearlessly one after another beneath the mournful horn of their final defense of the Wizard World, he strode ahead, leaving cracked footprints with every step. Completely ignoring everyone else, he raised the Extreme Abyss Magic Staff in his hand, drawing forth an Annihilation Arc that twisted the light and darkness in every direction. Its target pointed straight at Demonfeather Phoenix as Green charged forward in a frenzy.
Stigmata Wizards relied on the Wizard World's will to pour power into their Source of Magic. Over the long course of history, the humiliation and vengeful will ancient Wizards held toward the Abyss