Roaring Blood

"Agemund, what was going on?"

After a domineering figure with a blood-red warhammer slung over his shoulder flew over, the mechanical wizard who had not taken one of the reserved VIP seats asked in a low voice.

The magical runes covering his metal cloak shimmered in every color, writhing ceaselessly like tiny living creatures.

"Hm?"

After sweeping his gaze around, Agemund, King of the Three-Star Abyss, finally fixed his eyes on this mysterious wizard, whose figure was blurred and whose face was covered by an ash-white mask.

His body stood two meters tall, yet the blood-red warhammer on his shoulder alone measured four meters. It radiated an incomparably savage, violent, domineering aura. The tremendous force surrounding him had even formed a circulating ring of airwaves, exuding an indescribable pressure.

After a brief pause, Agemund suddenly burst into laughter. "A misunderstanding, a misunderstanding! So a distinguished elemental grand wizard has paid us an unexpected visit to watch this gladiatorial match. What a delightful surprise! Hahaha! To be honest, I am not entirely certain of defeating Digan, King of the One-Star Abyss. Thank you all for honoring us with your presence."

"Hmph. So they were uninvited guests."

A hundred meters away, the witch from the Sixth-Ring Holy Tower sneered coldly.

In the distance, the sea demon and mechanical wizard who drew the Wizard World's Will both looked toward Green, then discreetly glanced at the witch twice, somewhat surprised. Did these two have some sort of conflict?

"Damn it, Baye already bought tickets! What do you mean, uninvited? Ask that guy over there whether he was the one who invited us!"

Little Eight pointed at the abyss body-tempering grand wizard who had led Green to the VIP seats.

That wizard was clearly extremely awkward and had no idea what to say. It turned