It Was All His Own Effort

Anderson saw this, and his mouth, which had just closed, fell open again.

He asked tentatively, "For me?"

The projection's power was about to run out. The demon hand was slowly turning illusory, and a voice from far away echoed beside Anderson's ears. "Of course, Teacher. These are all gifts for you."

Anderson was overjoyed. He laughed. "This is far too generous!"

"This gift is enormous—truly enormous!"

Charles's projection smiled. "Just accept them. Call me again next time you're in danger."

Then, the last trace of power in the projection was finally exhausted.

The enormous wizardry array in the sky gradually dissipated at that moment.

At the same time, in various corners of the Wizard World, quite a few beings who had been watching this battle swept their gazes across the battlefield.

They had all witnessed the full extent of the power that had just erupted.

Clearly, such power was not something an ordinary demon could wield, nor was it something an ordinary Sixth Ring wizard could achieve.

Relying solely on a summoned projection—one whose power could not even be fully summoned over—it had destroyed the wizard towers of three Fourth Ring wizards.

Streams of consciousness collided and exchanged words above the vault of the heavens.

"Who was that?"

"I seem to have caught the scent of an Abyss Overlord?"

"Where did Pushton find such a helper? A Sixth Rank Abyss Overlord?"

One consciousness said, "I looked into it. He seems to be a wizard sage under Pushton, but what's interesting is this."

"This wizard sage only obtained the title of sage around twenty years ago, and he is also a Fifth Rank Demon Lord."

"But now, things seem to have become even more interesting."

Another consciousness said, "Pushton was willing to be that generous? How much Origin did he