The Falling Arm

The three souls of the Evil Dragon were the three evil dragons: Sunscar, Moonscar, and Starscar.

Of them, the Moonscar Evil Dragon was the strongest. The Sunscar Evil Dragon and Starscar Evil Dragon formed another team, gathering the other refugees who had entered this sealed space.

It seemed Blood Ghost had already made proper arrangements for gathering the resistance's strength. There was considerable wisdom in it; it was not some impulsive, reckless deployment.

Since such a powerful figure, whose prestige among the refugees far surpassed Green's, had made the arrangements, Green joined this alliance as one of the resistance members.

Huff, huff, huff...

The Sunscar Evil Dragon and Starscar Evil Dragon flew over with three people in tow.

The three were Digan, the former one-star Abyss King; Gilgamesh, the Forest Essence; and a refugee from the Ancient Demon Servants' side—a blue crystal giant more than five meters tall. Soft motes of light shimmered across its body, like a clear lake beneath moonlight, piercing straight into one's heart.

Digan flew over with a massive purple-glowing sword on his back. Beneath his flowing black hair, his face bore a wild, unruly air. A huge scar slashed diagonally across his entire cheek, while his sharp eyes stabbed into the soul.

Though he had lost his position as the one-star Holy Tower Abyss King, as the younger brother of the Endless Combat Saint Mark Wizard, Digan's identity as a powerhouse was beyond doubt. In fact, had it not been for this sealed space where so many refugees had gathered, Digan's true identity should have been that of a bounty hunter.

When Gilgamesh, the Forest Essence, arrived, her emerald eyes naturally met Green's. They exchanged a glance. The attention of the Wizard World's will brought by their first-class Honor Medals made their mutual sensing so