In but a few short moments.
Hundreds of avatars had taken their positions throughout the void surrounding the Podador Plane!!
A minor plane that did not even possess a Sixth-Ring Tier powerhouse had now gathered all the Wizard World's top-tier combatants.
Regardless of past grudges, everyone set aside their schemes and ambitions. They all had only one identity left: spectators.
Only Seventh-Ring Tier powerhouses standing at the pinnacle of the world were qualified to enter as high-ranking spectators.
[Illusory Realm!!]
Wuxiang Watson ignored Xu, and he ignored the spectators even more.
The ancient mirror he had constructed cast boundless mirror-light as he focused on taking the final half-step toward breaking through to the Ninth-Ring Tier.
Under normal circumstances, before a battle began, even if one could leave the opponent alone for the moment, one would first kill the fisherman waiting to profit and eliminate unstable factors. This was practically a consensus in the Wizard World.
Yet this battle was extraordinarily special. The terrifying power wielded by the spectators was no more than a mountain breeze brushing one's face to the three people at the heart of the vortex. It was not even worth sparing a wisp of attention for.
Whether Yuan, Xu, or Wuxiang Watson, who was breaking through his tier, none of them deigned to lower their eyes and glance at them even once.
There was a difference between the Eighth Ring and the Ninth Ring as vast as that between fish and dragons. Even a fish about to transform into a dragon, leaping from the water and glimpsing the world through a dragon's eyes, would disdain being lumped together with pond fish.
"Rumble!!"
The aura of the void was strange and unfathomable.
Only Wuxiang Watson existed in the present world and could be observed by the spectators.
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