A white light formed into Merlin. A small foot stepped up on emptiness to face the enormous, thousand-foot figure of Saint God Magneto.
The expression on his face was calm. The body did not emit any power. It was like the wind blowing.
“Little bastard Merlin! How is this possible? Why are you still alive?” Saint God Magneto's face looked extremely shocked.
The story of the past several decades ago gave him chills as he encountered this little boy. Even though he used a shadow clone in the fight then, with the treasures it carried, its power was not much different from the real person.
Even though Saint God Magneto was a Newborn Saint God at that time, Merlin was just a small Warlord. The gap in their power difference was vast.
But the result was that his shadow clone was almost defeated. Their battle awakened the ancient Demon Tribe and exploded that dimension. He saw with his own eyes that Merlin was sucked in by the Blood Moon.