Golden strands of hair flew wildly. A fusion of savage violence and wise delicacy, Green and the dark crimson eyes within the shadow of the Source of Darkness beneath his feet slowly turned toward Yilun, the True-Spirit Wizard.
"Then... esteemed Yilun, True-Spirit Wizard, after losing the Metallic Flame, how much Omnipotent Soul do you, who have lived from ancient times until today, still possess? And how much Omnipotent Soul are you willing to expend for a meaningless battle?"
As one of the two oldest Wizards in the Wizard World, Yilun, the True-Spirit Wizard, possessed qualities that many powerful beings lacked: he understood the times and saw the course and position of history with perfect clarity.
Yilun, the True-Spirit Wizard, stared at Green with mechanical eyes, intimidated by the explosive state of Green's Self-Sealing Art.
"At the very least, I won't be frightened to death by a little brat like you! Make your move. I won't expend Omnipotent Soul for this, but neither will I let you become the Wizard King so easily. Do you really think I relied solely on the Metallic Flame?"
Green smiled faintly.
"Of course not! Hehehehe, whether it is all the upgraded mechanical mysteries you have gained through this War of Civilization, Master, or the secrets of the infinite microcosm, I am more than willing to experience them properly!"
Space-time beneath Green's feet collapsed in every direction like falling dominoes, and chaotic, distorted space-time flickered out of existence.
Though his words were humble, Green walked step by step toward Yilun, the True-Spirit Wizard's ten-thousand-meter mechanical true body. His overwhelming aura of certain victory bore down upon the other.
"Youth is wonderful! Young people these days..."
Yilun, the True-Spirit Wizard's body actually began to drift apart like dust, dispersing from the crown of his head and the