Little Eight stood on one leg atop Green's shoulder, the other raised, chanting an obscure, tongue-twisting incantation in a bizarre pose. The words of the spell were truly grotesque.
Beneath Little Eight, Green's true body held the Truth-Balance Magic Staff high. The endless Source of Magic enveloped the brilliant feather Little Eight had plucked, providing an unceasing supply of energy for his cursed witchcraft.
Strange phenomena had already appeared in the void. A mysterious power was breaking through dimensions and planes, descending upon the Endless World in a manner beyond comprehension!
For higher life forms like Green and Pumiluoxius, ordinary low-level mysterious powers could already be countered with sufficient means and would find it difficult to inflict fundamental harm. Thus, the mysterious power being summoned had to be the instinctive consciousness projection of a legendary Level Nine life form!
"Why does this feeling seem so familiar?"
Even at such a critical moment of intense concentration, Green sensed the strangeness of the mysterious power Little Eight had summoned and could not help taking a moment to ask through their soul connection.
"Duh! Since that old fellow has wizard attributes, of course the old bastard is the best one to deal with him! Gagagaga! Who told you Baye has now become the old bastard's master? I can summon him whenever I want—it's that thrilling! Don't envy Baye. Baye is a true existence standing at the pinnacle of the Wizard World, the Steel-Crested Myna who lives on in historical legend! Waga ga ga ga..."
The old bastard!?
The illusory projection of the mysterious power formed by Level Nine Antonio's Spirit Transformation!?
Having received his answer, Green sucked in a breath. His tri-colored eyes narrowed slightly, revealing the extreme shock in his heart. No wonder even the Perpetual Motion Machine was under such pressure,