"Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang …"
Every time he collided with the huge blood-red warhammer, Digan could not help but let out a muffled groan. At the same time, the surging elements in his body seemed to be gradually unable to maintain the most intense stimulation of the elements on his body, and was constantly falling back to its original state.
While maintaining the relative suppression, Agemund gradually turned off the first level of Wild Instinct that had been unlocked, and returned to its original state.
Agemund had never shown his absolute strength, but he always maintained the relative suppression. An indescribable sense of depression and despair gradually grew in Digan's heart, as if he was facing his brother.
Was he trying to maintain the dignity of the King of the Abyss?
Digan clenched his teeth. This sympathy from a stronger person made him feel extremely humiliated, but there was nothing he could do about it. Although the obstacles on his way forward gave him greater potential for growth and a higher goal, the pain and unwillingness were also so strong.
In the VIP seats in the fighting ring.
Little Myna had passed out on the tray and was snoring away. Grimm looked at the other three. Other than Holmuz, who was in a slightly better state, the other two were in the same state as him. Their faces were extremely ugly.
"How many levels of Wild Instinct has this King of the Abyss unlocked?"
After thinking for a while, Grimm sent a soul message to the King of the Gem Sea, Raab Rad.
As a creature invited by Agemund and paid attention to by the Sorcerer World's Will, this merfolk powerhouse should obviously know some information about Agemund, the King of the Abyss.
Labrador looked at Grimm with his snake eyes and sighed helplessly. Then, he spoke through his soul, "Fourth floor."
After hearing this, Grimm could not help but rub his eyebrows. Sure enough, Agemund had unlocked four levels of Wild Instinct!
He began to compare this Agermond with the Secluded Spring when he was still a Level 3 Sorcerer. Although both of them were Level 4 Wild Instinct Body Refinery Sorcerers, there was no doubt that this Agermond's constitution was far stronger than the Secluded Spring's.
However, the Secluded Spring had mastered a certain level of witchcraft. At the same time, he also had the Secluded Spring's Baptism and Self-Sealing Spell, which was equivalent to removing another layer of Wild Instinct …
Who was stronger and who was weaker?
In Grimm's heart, he was naturally more inclined towards the Secluded Spring's Eldest Senior Sister, who was his goal.
But now, Grimm could not even defeat Agemonde. It seemed that Grimm still needed to accumulate a considerable amount of time on the road to becoming a Level-3 Great Sorcerer. At the very least, he needed to perfectly integrate the elemental force with his body first.
"Arcane light, fuse with my body, elemental transformation …"
Digan finally used his trump card under everyone's expectant gazes. In a contest of basic strength, he was no longer a match for Agemonde.
"The Arcane Spell Formation, the witchcraft that made Dagmose famous in the past. It has the ability to travel seamlessly …"
Agemonde looked up at Digan, who was leaving one spell formation base after another in all directions, and muttered to himself. There was only excitement and anticipation in his heart, and no signs of worry.
Even with the support of this Arcane Spell Formation, the absolute gap between the two of them could never be bridged.
Once, when Agemonde was one of the countless Gladiator Sorcerers who were striving towards the goal of becoming the King of the Abyss, he had watched with longing as Dagmose used the Arcane Spell Formation in the Abyss Arena of the Two Star Holy Tower, defeating the powerhouses who challenged him as the King of the Abyss. At that time, Agemonde's incomparable desire and longing could still be clearly remembered even now.
Within the Arcane Spell Formation, what method did Dagmose use to defeat the challengers one after another?
Now that he had grown into the King of the Abyss, he could finally find out the answer through his younger brother.
Even if they were brothers, the witchcraft between the two Sorcerers would inevitably be different …
After Digan's Arcane Spell Formation was formed, within the huge purple-gold magical formation, a series of sound waves vibrated incessantly and spread outside the magical formation.
Apart from the Stigmata Sorcerers above the Abyssal Demon Cloud, people could only guess what was happening in the giant formation through the sound waves.
…
An hourglass later.
A disheveled figure rushed out of the purple-gold magical formation, and without any hesitation, fled into the teleportation array. In an instant, the attention of the Sorcerers World's Will also disappeared.
Creatures defeated in the Holy Tower of the Abyss Arena would lose the attention of the World's Will!
The purple-gold giant formation gradually began to dissipate, leaving only Agemonde standing in the arena with a blood-red warhammer on his shoulder.
Whoosh …
The arena was in an uproar, and all the Sorcerers in the audience were roaring and shouting. Agemonde still maintained his position as the King of the Abyss!
However, Agemonde in the arena did not fall into the joy of victory, as if victory was only a matter of course. His brows were tightly knitted together, and he muttered something to himself.
"Sure enough, it's still not enough! The attention of the World's Will is not enough, and I've had enough of waiting passively like this! "
Suddenly, Agemonde took off the collar on his neck, which was a spatial magic device. Amidst the exclamations of all the spectators, a large number of Sorcerer Essences, Energy Crystals, Sorcerer Coins, and all kinds of precious materials all fell out, piling up like a small mountain.
Grimm estimated that there were probably no less than ten thousand Sorcerer Essences in this small mountain. His heart could not help but pound violently, and a trace of greed flashed in the depths of his eyes.
Such wealth, even the Stigmata Sorcerers would be tempted, let alone the low-level Sorcerers.
However, Agemonde did not mind standing in front of this small mountain of wealth, and after casually throwing his own spatial magic device inside, he slowly raised his head and looked at the Shadow of Despair Grimm, King of the Gem Sea Raab Rad, Forest Essence Mergish, and Mechanical Melee Holmoz outside the black enchantment in the sky of the arena.
"No matter who among you challenges me, regardless of victory or defeat, you will obtain all the wealth of my life here! The wealth here is enough to build a Sorcerer Academy on the Sorcerer Continent, a mechanical factory, a large family city infrastructure, and even the ownership of some coastal sea islands from the Holy Tower! There is no need for a contract, and all the Sorcerers in the Abyss Arena of the Three Stars Holy Tower are witnesses. Who dares to accept the challenge!? "
"Who dares to accept the challenge!?"
"Who dares to accept the challenge!?"
"Who dares to accept the challenge!?"
…
In an instant, the entire arena was filled with earth-shattering roars, and all the Sorcerers were shouting "Accept the challenge!", like waves after waves, endlessly ringing in the ears.
At such a moment, all the Sorcerers' eyes were focused on the four people in the sky, and the great beings wrapped in the clouds, their eyes were shining.
Among the four who challenged, regardless of victory or defeat, they would obtain an astonishing amount of wealth. However, because of the special enchantment of the Abyss Arena, if they lost, they would lose the attention of the Sorcerer World's Will. Who dares to accept the challenge?
The earth-shattering roars surrounded the four people, and this small area was extremely silent, so quiet that it was scary, and everyone's body was unnaturally stiff.
So this was the reason why Agemonde invited them to the Abyss Arena of the Three Stars Holy Tower to watch the battle!
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