"This level of power was actually far weaker than it had been ten years ago. Just how powerful had this thing been back then?"
Green muttered in astonishment. Choosing not to enter the battlefield ten years ago had absolutely been a wise decision.
"It merely had an enormous true body that exerted absolute suppression over low-level creatures. Over these past ten years, Panic Boiling Stigmata Wizard had not been harmed by this Devil Locust Vine in the slightest. On the contrary, this Devil Locust Vine could only rely on the endless Chaos aura produced by those Chaos root nodules to repair itself at super-regenerative speed and maintain its Undying body."
Bone Bell Tower Stigmata Wizard was dismissive, clearly refusing to acknowledge this Level 6 creature, the Devil Locust Vine, as truly powerful.
Then, as though he had thought of something else, Bone Bell Tower sighed inwardly.
"Compared with Aibadon, King of Purgatory, the Purgatory Giant wielding the Purgatory Furnace, this Level 6 Devil Locust Vine is merely an ordinary character. At most, it would take a few more strikes from the furnace to crush it. Sigh, Black Isotta..."
Whenever Bone Bell Tower recalled the past, he could not help but lament repeatedly.
Beneath the Face of Truth, wreathed in blazing black flames in Green's elemental true body, his gaze flickered. His left hand tightened around the Truth Book.
More than once, Green had observed through other wizards the brutal battles in the Flame Soul World that he himself had not experienced.
Aibadon, King of Purgatory, had been utterly unrivaled and tyrannical, his apocalyptic furnace capable of destroying heaven and earth. The image of Black Isotta Stigmata Wizard's fall had been branded deep into Green's heart.
Although Black Isotta himself had survived after soul reincarnation, and if he were fortunate enough