Obviously, he was very likely going to fail.
He couldn't even take on Emmon, let alone anything else.
Now, even the Wizard World juniors were about to catch up to him.
If the Four Great Giants don't make a move soon to strangle the Dusk Palace Master, if he keeps growing like this, he'll really ascend to Level 11!
The last Amethyst Saint remained silent, murmuring inwardly.
"He can already slay Gods against all odds? Looks like I have to act ahead of schedule, I can't wait any longer. Only the astral world can grant the Amethyst Race shelter!"
It was unwilling to part with its Amethyst body. After racking its brains, it decided the best stopgap was to forge its own body into a supreme treasure, so when its true soul reignited divine fire and became a God in the astral world, it'd also have a handy and powerful weapon.
Its power wouldn't fall too drastically either.
The same applied to the rest of the Amethyst Race.
