Agemund (Part Two)

The oppressive silence from the four VIP seats gradually began to mingle with the mountain-toppling, sea-overturning roars, drawing scattered sighs and murmurs.

"Elemental wizards have begun to decline. The age of abyssal body refinement has arrived. Yet not one of the two elemental Holy Tower grand wizards dares to meet the challenge. After the age of mechanical wizards and the age of elemental wizards, the Wizard World is entering the age of body-refinement wizards..."

"The heart of the future world will be the underground abyss. Sky City will gradually become an antique of merely commemorative value..."

"The sea folk have already been naturally weeded out by the history of evolution..."

Of the four seated there, none failed to understand the terror of Agemund, the Abyss King.

Once one entered the Holy Tower arena and lost, one would lose the attention of the world's will. The four of them were not abyssal arena wizards. They did not regard life-and-death dueling rites as an honor and value, as abyssal arena wizards did.

Thus, the four men's silence seemed to become the glory of all abyssal wizards of the Three-Star Holy Tower, representing the invincible rise of savage body-refinement wizards. Everyone seemed to see their own future selves, after becoming Abyss Kings, looking down upon the countless wizards of the Wizard World in an unparalleled stance.

Through the Gaze Perception of his Face of Truth, Green sensed countless gazes falling upon him. They came not only from the millions, tens of millions below in the arena, but also from more than ten gazes above the abyssal demonic clouds in the sky. Those gazes seemed to carry... expectations for Green?

As one of the four who had been challenged, Green sat half-rigidly in his VIP seat, as though perched on needles, his expression dreadful.