Huff, huff, huff...
"You? Master of the Oblivion Tower, just you alone!?"
The Insulated Mech Stigmata Sorcerer gasped, looking at Green in disbelief while trying to maintain as much distance as possible.
There were no Curse Wizards near this battlefield, and the fear for the Black Terminator came from the instinct of every wizard who had been involved in the war for a long time.
At the same time, the Insulated Mech Stigmata Sorcerer keenly noticed that in a short span, Grim Power had fully recovered, the aura of the soul slightly altered, and the features had aged somewhat.
Green did not speak, but through the Face of Truth, the three-colored light eyes gravely stared at the Trick Crystal Terminator, its many bizarre eyes blinking weirdly, the battle intent suppressed at the heart seemed like a volcano about to erupt, ready to explode!
