The black hair and the hem of the cloak were fluttering in the wind, two feet standing on emptiness, two hands clasping behind with his back straight. He coldly glanced at the scene below.
“This beast uses the advantage of the area. The heat inside the crater of this mountain is immense. This beast is the king of this place. Fighting in its area, it can attract the heat from beneath the earth to supplement its own power. The power of this beast is not at the level of an Archwizard; Its power is comparable to that of a half-step two-hoop Archwizard. Surely not less than this."
The small one took a deep breath and spoke in a low voice.
"Let's see how you guys will handle this beast."
Merlin gazed sharply at the Astral. The corner of his mouth revealed a small smile.
The silver blade flashed like the light of the stars, shining the power out brightly. The knife cut through the air, causing countless scars, and sending a terrifying attack against the fierce and powerful lava waves.