Pumiluoxius's expression darkened when he witnessed the might of Green's Annihilating Starfall Grand Sorcery.
At this moment, both sides were doing everything they could to sustain their respective legions while using high-powered sorcery to destroy the other's. Yet elemental wizards, publicly acknowledged as the Wizard World's strongest war wizards, wielded large-scale battlefield-destroying sorcery that mechanical wizards simply could not match. Even Pumiluoxius was no exception.
At a time like this, Little Eight popped out again to deal Pumiluoxius a psychological critical hit.
"Wahaha! Old Mi, are you running out of steam? Hurry up and bring out your true body! This avatar of yours is nowhere near enough! My Green Beast has only just finished warming up, gakaka!"
The more irritated one was, the more unbearable Little Eight's cheap laughter became. Pumiluoxius had always been known for his focus, seriousness, resolve, and elegance, but as he looked at Little Eight now, he seemed to see the foul bat perched on that madman's shoulder from ages ago. Equally disgusting—cast from the exact same mold.
Already deeply vexed, Pumiluoxius grew even more agitated after Little Eight's cackling provocation.
If Green had been a mortal enemy, then with Pumiluoxius's true reserves, though the Endless World was boundless and vast, he would not have feared any existence. But Green was not an enemy, and this meaningless expenditure was precisely what Pumiluoxius feared most. Otherwise, even when the Wizard Continent itself had been invaded during the Third War of Civilization, he would not have remained unseen.
Forbear a small matter and ruin a grand design. Everything was aimed at the ultimate enemy—the Abyss. He would wash away the shame of ancient times in blood!
His aura fluctuating, Pumiluoxius beckoned, and several fragments of a metal cube abruptly gathered in his hand. Like lively sprites, the fragments