Dago leaped onto the crystallized rock wall.
He pulled Bronte III into his arms and vigorously rubbed its head, giving it the highest praise for finding the way.
He then stuffed a handful of premium metal into its mouth as a reward.
Afterward, Dago straightened his scar-covered demonic body, which radiated terrifying heat, and proudly looked in the direction the little sheep refused to move toward.
The instant he raised his head, Dago's breathing stopped for a second.
The place where he and Bronte III stood was the top of an extremely high cliff slope.
Below the cliff lay a vast, charred plain, so immense it seemed nearly flat and boundless.
At that moment, hundreds of thousands—perhaps millions—of elemental troops stood densely packed across that endless plain!
Pure wind elemental lifeforms, violent lightning elemental lifeforms, and terrifying composite storm creatures intertwined with wind and lightning!
The moment Dago stepped onto the cliff top, tens of thousands of cold, savage gazes turned toward him in unison.
Every elemental lifeform watched him in silence.
Countless waves of consciousness brimming with destructive malice gathered in the sky, forming an invisible tsunami that crushed the soul.
Wave after wave of scorching pain and piercing agony was enough to drive an ordinary wizard instantly mad.
The faint crackling explosions produced by countless elemental bodies rubbing together converged into howling gales and roaring thunder that shook heaven and earth!
It was as though an ancient god were wielding a mountain-sized drumstick, striking a war drum that covered the world, once after another, with heavy blows.
Dago stared fixedly at the boundless ocean of elements below.
His body trembled slightly. It was not fear, but the physical shudder brought on by extreme excitement and boiling battle intent.
The corners of his mouth slowly spread into an utterly