Ancestor of Humanity's corpse stood towering upon the Wizard Continent.
Its colossal body stretching beyond the void sensed the invincible fighting spirit of King Aibadon, the Purgatory Giant. This little thing that it had previously slapped into the void had come roaring back once more!
Bearing the will of the ancient and weighty Wizard Continent, the right hand of Ancestor of Humanity's corpse, which had just hurled a ten-thousand-meter mountain, drew back slightly, gathering an unbelievably immense power.
Roar!
As King Aibadon, the Purgatory Giant, approached with the Purgatory Furnace on his shoulder, the meteor-like sphere of fire he had transformed into grew ever more dazzling. Ancestor of Humanity's corpse struck out with another slap!
The hand that blotted out the heavens and covered the earth churned vast quantities of elemental energy, seeming intent on crushing down even the Purgatory Furnace in the Purgatory Giant King's hand.
Rumble, rumble, rumble!
Endless flames shuddered and exploded. The purest light and heat were unable to spread within that cramped space, imprisoned by Ancestor of Humanity's hand. The boundless might of the Purgatory Furnace was like a blazing sun, yet it was no more than a fiery orb beneath the palm of Ancestor of Humanity's corpse!
The two remained locked in a stalemate.
His beard was whipped into disorder by the heat waves. His skin, like steel and rock, carried a masculine, bronze, bloody, savage stench. With a bang, the glacial earth beneath Ancestor of Humanity's corpse split open for millions of meters, as though it were drawing an unending stream of ancient primordial power from the depths of the continent. A terrifying roar like that of an ancient beast emerged from beneath its throat—it was the cry of the masters of the Wizard World slaughtered by Ancestor of Humanity in prehistoric ages.