If even this could not secure a victory, then for the next ten thousand, or even a hundred thousand years, there would be no hope of overthrowing the reign of the Supre Archmage.
Within the demon race’s camp,
the Mind Flayers led an army, watching everything unfold with tense excitent.
...
Outside the battlefield,
brave individuals of imnse skill were stealthily hiding in the wilderness.
In such a battlefield, with sixth-circle experts as common as clouds, those daring to lurk nearby to scavenge were certainly skillful.
However, the top wizard organizations, almost all of them, did not attend. Unlike ordinary wizards who had reaped much and did not need to risk more.
In a certain wilderness,
the Rust Dragon Wizard was hidden, ditating with eyes closed.
The White Robe Wizard Association had disbanded, and he, a free spirit amidst this grand event, naturally wanted to join the fray.
With his strength, by being careful and avoiding encirclent, scavenging would definitely not be a problem.
In another place,
another primordial soul wizard was hiding here.
He was sowhat corpulent and was the Jacob Wizard who had appeared in the Black Pearl Wizard Market before joining the Starfire Wizard Academy.
As an independent practitioner soul, he acted with caution. For safety, he did not venture above the fifth level to seek fortunes in danger but honestly collected resources at the fifth level.
Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven;
as long as he did not disrupt the order and attack the weak, the ancient tower enforcers would not intervene.
Besides this,
several sixth-circle experts with similar intentions were also hidden around, all harboring the intention to scavenge.
These sixth-circle natives surely possessed many valuable items;
to scavenge from even one was to strike it rich.
Compared to these sixth-circle experts, Levi was even farther from the battlefield, having the Mind Flayers to gather intelligence at the front lines, thus needing not to get too close.
He rested in a concealed spot;
a great battle was about to erupt, which could end in an instant or persist for a long duration, depending on whether the disparity in strength between the two sides was too vast.
So far, the battle power of the Supre Archmage remained a mystery.
No one had ever seen the Supre Archmage take action directly;
always, the archmages were sufficient to resolve issues.
Everyone speculated that the Supre Archmage must be a level-seven existence, else how could he rule over so many archmages and stand tall in Io for so long?
If the Archmage truly were a bona fide level-seven expert, relying on the grand array, the Heavenly God Giant Soldiers, and the Four Great Dharma Kings, Levi estimated that the barbarian tribes and the demon race’s ultimate fate would most likely be... annihilation.
Unless the barbarian tribes and the demon race could also bring out so stronger trump cards.
You see, the Supre Archmage was different from ordinary wizards;
he was a spellcaster from the sa Chaos sect as Levi.
Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, lightning, Frost, all major sects, all controllable!
His battle power was not to be ntioned in the sa breath as other experts of the sa realm.
Within the fairyland,
Mana and Martha were also waiting under a tree for the war to start.
During this period of acquaintance, the sisters grew closer, almost becoming best friends indeed.
Because fusing planes took a long ti, Mana planned to proceed with it after leaving with Levi.
The Heaven Crystal Dragon Ant was still in slumber and shedding. Otherwise, with three level-six hitters by his side, Levi would be even more confident in this significant final battle.
Levi had instructed the Mind Flayers to keep a close eye on the Deer Head Sage.
He wanted to see if, should this old deer die, it could explode into a Truth Oddity.
...
In the Dark Ancient Tower,
ninth layer.
Unlike the fifth layer, where the black beast lords were rare existences,
here, one could occasionally see various strangely shaped black beast lords flying by.
They were majestic, appearing like floating islands in the sky.
In the history of the ancient tower’s opening, only a handful had ever entered the ninth layer.
Only eighth-circle experts were qualified to step here, otherwise, they simply couldn’t pass the earlier stages.
On this day,
three powerful presences traversed heaven and earth.
Though they appeared no different from normal people, they seed as if sculpted from the most perfect athyst.
They had dignified faces, exuding an air of unrivaled dominance.
They were the Athyst Race’s eighth-circle experts participating in the ancient tower this ti.
The leader among them was General Bo Gu, an eighth-circle peak expert of the Athyst Race.
Apart from them, the rest of the Athyst Race either died along the way or were stopped at the lower layers.
These three were the last hope of the Athyst Race.
Their goal was not rely to gather so resources on the ninth layer.
That would never fundantally change the Athyst Race’s weaker position relative to the wizards.
They aid to enter the legendary tenth layer to uncover the greatest secret of the ancient tower.
The Athyst Saint believed that by entering the tenth layer, they could control the ancient tower.
But since ancient tis, no one from the Athyst Race had ever entered the tenth layer. Even the powerful wizard civilization only reached the ninth layer.
In legends, only level-nine experts might set foot on the tenth layer.
Yet, level-nine experts could not enter the ancient tower, and due to the tower’s laws, level-eight experts also couldn’t advance to level nine here. This was an unsolvable conundrum.
The transition from level-eight to level-nine was a significant threshold;
in the eyes of the Gods, everyone before level-nine was a mortal rookie. After level-nine, they stood shoulder to shoulder with demigods, comparable to Heavenly Father’s angels.
So tried to use nine-level treasures or other level-nine ans to breach from the ninth to the tenth layer but failed every ti.
Under the rules of the ancient tower, any other shortcut or level-nine power was suppressed to the level eight standard.
One of the Athyst Race said,
"The wizard’s strengths participating in the ancient tower this ti are too weak, not even a competent eighth-circle wizard among them, all just old, weak or impaired, not daring to confront us."
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