In the massive stadium, the crowd was immense. The battle between Zachary and Grace had entered its most intense phase, with all the spectators focused solely on these two individuals.
Especially Zachary, with his hair standing on end and an overwhelming aura of energy erupting from him, had unleashed some sort of costly skill that brought his power in line with Grace's.
Those who were observant would notice the obvious toll of Zachary's newfound strength, his once jet-black hair had turned white in patches, clearly indicating that he had drained a significant amount of his life force.
Grace furrowed her brows, casting a silent glance at Zachary before slowly speaking:
"Is it really worth going to such lengths for just one position?"