It was as if an incomparably विशाल invisible vortex had appeared between heaven and earth, slowly turning, with the center of the vortex—the ultimate convergence point of every fluctuation of aura—being the battlefield where they stood.
Gradually, Dago was affected by this invisible momentum, and he felt as though his soul was beginning to stir restlessly.
The vast gray clouds behind him churned violently, as if they were about to condense and undergo a Metamorphosis into something.
Boom!
At that moment, a strange fluctuation erupted across the field.
Dago looked up and was stunned to discover that, at some point, it had become Michael's turn to enter the arena.
The battle had yet to begin, but the wizard facing him was already drenched in sweat, nearly collapsing to his knees.
The gray smoke behind that wizard seemed to be tugged by some unseen force, rapidly surging toward Michael's back.
The gray clouds behind Michael rolled, and suddenly, a strand of golden light blossomed from within them. In an instant, all the gray receded, replaced by a gigantic pale golden humanoid phantom.
Clad in a long gown and crowned upon its head, it held a bow in one hand and a staff in the other. Its features could not be seen, yet it radiated incomparable nobility and majesty, its pressure instantly bearing down upon the entire arena.
After this change occurred, many people in the arena rose directly to their feet, staring at Michael in astonishment and uncertainty.
Dago was equally shaken. He felt his soul being suppressed by some invisible force, and before that humanoid phantom, he actually felt somewhat humble and insignificant.
"So the rumors were true..."
Havid's slightly disbelieving voice sounded in Dago's mind.
"What?!"
Dago even forgot to respond through his thoughts. He directly turned to look