Thousand-Faced Wizard King Makes His Move

Too fierce. It was simply too fierce.

Pushton had practically gone mad with slaughter.

Since breaking away from the Wizard Throne meeting, he had killed four Sixth Circle Wizards in succession.

And the total time spent had not even exceeded an hour.

In such a short time, four Sixth Circle Wizards had been slaughtered like chicks by Sage Pushton.

And this slaughter might even continue.

Because after these three Sixth Circle Wizards were killed,

Sage Pushton's Wizard Tower vanished from the image once more.

Even Charles was now curious where Sage Pushton would appear next.

Charles had barely begun wondering when the Sea of Rules began to tremble once again.

But this time, Pushton was not fighting some Sixth Circle Wizard.

This time, Pushton's Wizard Tower seemed to have been directly ejected from space.

The image focused upon Pushton's Wizard Tower.

A gigantic face slowly emerged in the sky.

Charles looked at that face, then lifted his head to look at the Thousand-Faced Wizard King in the sky.

The aura of that enormous face was strikingly similar to that of the Thousand-Faced Wizard King.

Pushton also raised his head to look at the face. He said, "Thousand-Faced Wizard King, you have still decided to make a move."

"Do you think your anchor can stop me?"

The Thousand-Faced Wizard King said calmly, "Pushton, I gave you an opportunity."

"As long as you were willing to hand over your origin, next time I would agree to let you advance to a Seventh Circle Wizard King."

"But you should not have defied my will."

"Since you wished to defy the vote made by the Wizard Kings, then I alone can stop you."

Sage Pushton was not flustered. He said, "It is merely a seventh-tier anchor. It is not as though I have never