On the fragmented land, the terrifying roar of the Poisonous Flame Centipede echoed.
The difference between the two was really too great, not just in pure violence, but in all aspects, a comprehensive gap. This was the overwhelming dominance of the Wizard's mastery of rules.
"You overestimate yourself, ignorant worm!"
Green held the extreme abyss magic staff, which showed no magic power fluctuations, and Green himself released no witchcraft. Even his frail body appeared to lack much strength, yet he had already condescendingly looked down, mocking the Poisonous Flame Centipede despised by the Demon Doll.
However, despite Green's words, he silently let out a breath of relief, unobtrusively calming the almighty soul fluctuations he had easily refined from the Four Sovereigns Slash Eyeball acquired days ago.
"Roar! Impossible! You're clearly a flesh and blood creature, why do my Five Poison Demon Flames not work? Impossible, this is impossible!"
