Pumiluoxius, both mentor and friend, disagreed with the Second-generation Wizard King's plan. "Not to mention the Witch Ancestor Scepter's final Equivalent Balance measure—that would merely hand an advantage to the other races for nothing. The Wizard World is not yet prepared for the Wizard World's fall. Seven days, roughly eighty-five hourglasses' worth of time. As long as we can stall for time, with my true body's one-hundred-percent combat mode and the Metallic Flame's enhancement, even he can be completely suppressed!"
Pumiluoxius spoke with unwavering conviction.
The Second-generation Wizard King was likewise confident that the Eternal Sky City super-robot in its complete form could suppress the One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor. But to delay such an incomparably tyrannical Abyssal Ancestor for seven days—the price that would have to be paid...
"Have you considered how many wizards of the Wizard World will fall because of this?"
Even as the Second-generation Wizard King spoke, another earthshaking boom boom rumble rang out. The Hope Coffin super-robot, beaten back step by step and unable to strike back, would practically be dismantled barehanded by the One-Armed Sacred Body Ancestor if this continued. The Metallic Flame's repairs were not worth mentioning before the speed of its destruction. From the Hope Coffin super-robot's chest, overflowing with devilish energy, Megatron—half his body twisted out of shape—was blasted out by a single punch. Fortunately, he had not suffered the Decepticon Destroyer's fate.
"Hmph! Every wizard who set foot upon the Demon-Hunting Expedition had already prepared to die. But the Wizard King, the core that gathers our will, absolutely cannot fall!"
His words were resolute, but the cruelty revealed within them made even the Second-generation Wizard King's hairs stand on end. It was as if he had already glimpsed certain terrifying scenes.
Pumiluoxius continued, "I have summoned Emperor Hua's Quantum Light and