Flap, flap, flap...
A colossal shadow over seventy meters long soared across the sky. Mystery's Myriad-Headed Bird's ninety-nine heads shrieked and roared in chorus. Having grown to the absolute limit of a Level 3 creature, it flew toward the Two-Ring Holy Tower.
Without question, Green was now the greatest Grand Wizard beneath the Sacred Mark in the Wizard World. Even throughout the long river of Wizard World history, a peerless powerhouse like Green had rarely been born!
The closer one came to the pinnacle, the lonelier one became.
Among those of the same rank, only a few of the strongest Black Wizard Kings deep within the Black Region, Xiweiernis, who held the Two-Ring Holy Tower in the palm of his hand, and a scant few Grand Wizards in the depths of the Holy Towers could still maintain Green's interest.
And challenging Xiweiernis's undefeated status in the Wizard World was likely Green's only expectation before attaining the Sacred Mark.
So long as he defeated that Grand Wizard, it would prove that Green, at this moment, was at least stronger than Senior Sister Youquan had once been!
In other words, what Green yearned for was not to defeat Xiweiernis, who held everything in the palm of his hand. What he yearned for was to surpass that figure who had cast a shadow over him ever since his days as a wizard apprentice—the figure he had admired and longed for, the one whom Mentor Peranos had once regarded Green as a shadow of.
No!
Green wanted to prove himself. He was himself, not anyone's shadow, nor had he copied anyone else's path as a wizard. For who knew how many years, Green had worked to prove precisely that.
"This damned weather is bird-fucking cold. The Seven-Ring Holy Tower really can't compare to this