Ever since the day Green became a wizard, he had fantasized time and again about whether he might one day come into contact with the pride of the Wizard World.
Since ancient times, this greatest pride of the Wizard World had been branded into every wizard's heart alongside the conviction to alter the fate of the world's destruction and restore the Wizard World to greatness. It was the Fate Lever magic staff!
At this moment, Green stood face-to-face with the First Ring True Spirit Wizard, their gazes meeting.
One represented the ancient inheritance of elemental wizards; the other represented the development of the new generation of elemental wizards.
Above their heads, the Gate of Nightmares stood wide open. Pairs upon pairs of evil, cruel eyes opened as endless horrifying nightmare monsters surged forth from the depths of nightmares. Some even older and more terrifying Nightmare Kings gradually awakened from the slumbering earth, greedily sucking and fiercely sniffing at the aura of the Wizard World that had invaded the depths of nightmares. Their withered, dormant bodies recovered vitality at an astonishing speed.
The Ancestor of Humanity's corpse stood upon the earth. Its body, more majestic than the loftiest and most magnificent mountain range of the Wizard Continent, roared with an ancient wilderness aura. Its colossal hand blotted out the sun, moon, and stars. Whether they were thousand-meter true forms or ten-thousand-meter true forms, they were merely tiny specks in its eyes. Standing upon the Wizard Continent, it possessed supreme power.
Amid its roars, one of the Ancestor of Humanity's corpse's great hands actually reached into the Gate of Nightmares, forcibly blocking back the nightmare monsters pouring out without end.
However...
The Gate of Nightmares was simply too large. Like floodwaters bursting through a dam, nightmare monsters continued to rush out through