In the blink of an eye, Merlin appeared like a ghost. His body concealed the cultivation power, but it still emitted a terrifying aura.
Merlin's combat power had increased again. The power of an ordinary three-hoop Archwizard might not be his opponent. His increased power might be greater, surely not weaker.
Perhaps Aslan, who had activated the Spiritual Garment, was not even Merlin's opponent right now.
His black hair fluttered with no wind. The aura on his body radiated a cool, gentle breeze, together with a slightly dark feeling.
All of these were the result of the power of the wind-element tree engraved with the ice magical letters and the dark-element seedling that had just been cultivated.
“Greetings, captain!”
The Astral members bowed and said in unison. Their eyes stared at Merlin with respect; their hearts were full of complex feelings.
As soon as Merlin appeared, they sensed a stronger aura. Their hearts felt twice as much respect for Merlin.