Agemund (Part 2)

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom...

With every collision against the enormous blood-red warhammer, Digan let out a muffled groan and staggered back. At the same time, the surge of elements within his body seemed increasingly unable to sustain their most intense stimulation, continuously falling back toward their original state.

Yet while maintaining a relative suppression, Agemund gradually shut down the first layer of Wild Instinct he had unlocked, returning to his normal state.

He had never displayed an absolute crushing superiority, yet Agemund always maintained relative suppression. An indescribable sense of stifling despair gradually grew in Digan's heart, much like when he had once faced his older brother.

Was he preserving the dignity befitting an Abyss King?

Digan clenched his teeth. This sympathy from someone stronger humiliated him beyond measure, yet there was nothing he could do. Though every obstacle along his path had granted him greater potential for growth and loftier ambitions, the pain and unwillingness were just as intense.

In the high-altitude VIP seats of the arena.

Little Eight had drunk himself unconscious in the tray and was snoring away. Green glanced at the other three. Aside from Mech-Riot Combatant Holmes, who was slightly better off, the other two looked much the same as him, their expressions exceedingly grim.

"How many layers of Wild Instinct has this Abyss King Agemund unlocked?"

After some thought, Green sent a soul transmission to Labrad, King of the Gem Sea.

As a creature favored by the will of the Wizard World and personally invited by Agemund, this powerful sea clan member clearly ought to know something about Abyss King Agemund.

Labrad's serpentine pupils turned toward Green, revealing a trace of helpless resignation as he transmitted through his soul, "Four layers."

Upon hearing this, Green could not help rubbing his brow. As expected,