Will had seen how many [True Spirit Crystals] had disappeared.
He had expected An Kai's strength to soar.
Even so, killing the [God of Magic] should never have been easy.
After all, he was the strongest of all the gods.
Yet the outcome was utterly unexpected.
Without a word, An Kai had killed the [God of Magic] as casually as swatting a fly.
There had been no sound, no change in his expression.
Just a minute earlier, he had even summoned the man's true spirit. The [God of Magic]'s true spirit had immediately understood his predicament, going from resistance to acceptance before obediently taking his place behind An Kai as a lackey.
Faced with such a drastic reversal of status and such a sudden shift in the battle, even Will, who thought he had weathered every storm imaginable,
could not help rubbing his eyes to confirm that everything before him was real.
He even exclaimed in disbelief, "Was I gone for a day or a thousand years?"
An Kai glanced at Will when he heard that, but said nothing.
To Will, it had been a day.
To him, it had been a full 3,354 years!
He had endured 3,354 years of solitude to attain the strength he possessed today.
From this moment onward, An Kai could confidently call himself the strongest in the Divine Realm!
They had only been apart for a day, yet Will felt that An Kai had changed enormously-not in strength, but in personality.
Will-Bukelin stood with his mouth open, unable to calm himself for a long time.
At that moment, Will almost felt that the deaths of all those vanished, slumbering true spirits had been worthwhile.
He hurriedly shook his head, casting that thought aside.
Then he looked at An Kai, but before he could speak,