Green hung in midair, staring at the Extreme Abyss Magic Staff. It was like a vast, boundless demonic hand blotting out the entire sky—a crushing, overwhelming force that Green could never withstand.
Before power of this level, any direct resistance from Green was meaningless, including unleashing himself through self-sealing.
"It has probably surpassed ten million degrees—perhaps reached an even higher level, a level I do not even dare imagine..."
Green's tricolored eyes gazed on.
Never before had Green been so calm.
The Void Doomsday Destroyer King fleeing in disarray, the Nether Pearl Scorpion King, the endless Demon Dragon Legion pouring forth from Abyss Summoning, the Devil Ancestor's hand about to casually slap him to death...
Vast and boundless, immeasurably surging—such physical strength had turned its very existence into an unfathomable, mysterious phenomenon half-detached from dimensional space.
Yet beneath the Face of Truth, Green smiled.
On one side, the Truth Book kept flipping with a rustle. On the other, above the empty palm Green raised as a human wizard, a wisp of pure white purifying light emerged.
The pure white light was faint, almost formless.
Had it not appeared in the hand of Green, a wizard, at this moment, people would scarcely have noticed it. Yet now that it had appeared in a wizard's hand, it represented the power of rules!
Wizards were a race of beings that sought to pry the lever of rules at the smallest possible cost, attempting to transform ideals into reality—beings who used knowledge and wisdom to pry at the rules governing all things.
Faced with this vast, overwhelming power, whose passive evolution had already reached a level beyond wizards, Green could not confront it head-on with strength. Yet there was not the slightest panic in his steady tricolored gaze, only calm composure.
Because at this