Levi said:
"I’m here to handle so affairs and stopped by to see you. Not bad, I can sense that you’re in better shape than before. How many Witch Marks do you have engraved now?"
Purgatory Demon Sword replied with distress:
"Brother, it’s already 17... But I still haven’t found that breakthrough potion."
Levi took out several spell crystal balls from the Burning School of Thought and handed them to his second brother.
He said:
"Don’t rush. Keep engraving. You are a child of the Purgatory Black King Dragon, a Child of the Fire Elent, and can’t settle for such minor achievents. I know it’s inconvenient to find spells in Hell, so take these spells and cultivate them without hesitation... Little brother, your talent is among the top I’ve seen among genius wizards. Since you already have 17, why not stay longer and aim for 22? Trust , if you can achieve that, advancing to Grand Wizard will be easy for you, and even becoming a Legendary Wizard is not impossible."
The spells Levi gave to Purgatory Demon Sword were top-quality masterpieces from the Burning Faction that he had collected over the years.
He genuinely valued this second brother and sincerely wanted to nurture him.
After all, over the years, his second brother had truly done a lot for him in Hell.
Just the Soul Stones and various precious materials he had paid homage with were nurous.
Purgatory Demon Sword put away these spell crystal balls, with his eyes slightly red.
"Sauron said, ’A man sheds tears only when deeply moved’... but brother, you truly moved . Rest assured, I won’t let you down. I believe that with your talent, you will surely reach legendary status and beco a supre existence. As your second brother, I can’t fall too far behind! I am determined to beco a Legendary Wizard!"
At this mont, Purgatory Demon Sword was full of grandeur and confidence.
Levi smiled and clapped his hands.
"I believe in you."
Before this second brother ca to Hell, he was a top genius in the Burning Faction, more renowned than Simon.
His temperant surpassed Simon, and his talent was stronger than Simon’s.
The fact that he could dual-cultivate both spells and body refinent up till now and invent the "Purgatory Demon Sword path" is proof enough.
He is a Mythical level Dragon descendant wizard, with a lifespan longer than ordinary Dragon descendant wizards, giving him the ti and ans to endure.
Not to ntion, Levi had arranged three delicate beauties for him to absorb.
Thinking of this, he looked towards the Sky Realm Witch among the three sisters.
Not long ago, she also reached level 7.
His second brother, with level 6 cultivation, yet has three level-7 wives. Who would believe this? Even stories about over-the-top son-in-law wouldn’t dare to exaggerate this much.
To support his brother’s cultivation, the three sisters have been broadening their hunting range.
They’ve now gradually started to venture into the eighth level.
Coincidentally, the cunning old fox, the Demon Fox Main Mother, also had similar plans.
His second brother continued to play the role of a little man, enduring hardship for a greater purpose.
Waiting for the day to fully control the Demon Fox Tribe, in coordination with Levi.
Shortly after, Isenke arrived as well.
He was still at an early stage of level 7, with almost no progress.
It wasn’t for lack of effort, but because the witch’s gentle embrace was too enchanting.
Isenke said:
"Master, the Hell Expedition Army has already set off, targeting Nora’s ’Realm of Hell’ as well as the Mortal Continent."
Levi nodded.
It seed that Hell was divided into two forces this ti.
Yet it had nothing to do with Levi’s Ancient Dragon Continent, so he didn’t bother with it.
Compared to demons, those undead are insignificant, and the Wizard Council can surely handle them.
For the School of Death wizards, Hell is like a delivery service.
After a brief eting with everyone, Levi delved into Dragon Fall Valley.
Before leaving, he acquired over twenty Soul Stones from his second brother.
These were obtained by him and the three sisters from the countless "desperate followers" over the years.
...
A month later.
Deep within Dragon Fall Valley.
Here, the air was thick with miasma, and death energy in the heavens and earth occasionally ford terrifying storms.
Wizards below the level of primordial soul would probably find their flesh decay and wither in an instant if affected.
In this place, two figures were engaged in combat, with terrifying shockwaves reducing the valley walls to dust.
One of the figures, wearing a black robe, appeared aged and held a withered wooden staff.
Each gesture tore open nacing rifts in the sky with powerful negative energy magic.
The other figure was a bald brawny man.
His form was dim, with an upper body as muscular as a bodybuilding champion, while the lower half appeared mist-like.
In his hand, he carried a blue oil lamp, exuding a decayed aura.
Based on his spectral form, this was a formidable undead creature with strength at the late stage of level 7.
The surface of the blue oil lamp was intricately carved, radiating a precious light, clearly a rare treasure.
"Damn wizard, you’ve co to bother here multiple tis. Are you tired of living?"
Strange smoke billowed from the blue lamp, forming a negative energy domain shrouding fifty miles around.
The brawny man’s specter vanished within the smoke.
The black-robed wizard was Lowe.
"Shielding perception, huh?"
His spiritual force spread out, only to be t with silence.
Suddenly, a hair-raising sense of danger struck.
Behind him, a pair of blue giant hands, each a thousand ters in diater, appeared to slap down, like swatting a fly!
Boom!
Terrifying impacts resonated through the valley, shattering everything.
In the explosion, two towering figures a thousand ters tall appeared.
One was a rotting giant in an imperial robe, holding a Royal Authority Staff!
The other was a skeleton knight clad in red armor, wielding a White Bone Sword!
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