The Holy War Army Master's true form glared with flames in his eyes, his hair bristling with rage.
"Damn it! Damn that Dusk Palace Master! He's at it again!"
"All Divine Generals, report to headquarters immediately!"
"All Generals, lead your armies and retreat from the strongholds!"
Among the God Race, aside from himself, no one could match Dusk Palace Master, so upon learning Levi's return, he ordered an immediate evacuation, avoiding the brunt of the storm.
Meanwhile, his consciousness entered the Dark Temple.
Among myriad astral stars, three majestic figures appeared one by one.
"What's the matter?" Amethyst Saint's voice was hoarse.
In recent times, he had not fared well. With his arrogant and invincible demeanor, even he felt threatened by Nora, and was pondering the means of escape.
The feud between the Amethyst Race and wizards had lasted ages; reconciliation was impossible. Those wizards wished nothing more than to refine every Amethyst into Wizard Tools,
