Suspended midair, Green gazed at that towering extreme abyss magic staff, like an immeasurable demon palm veiling the entire sky, a cataclysmic, all-crushing Strength that Green absolutely could not resist.
Before Strength on such a level, any frontal resistance from Green was meaningless, including detonating himself through self-Sealing.
"It must have surpassed ten million degrees already, perhaps even a higher order of Strength my mind doesn't even dare to imagine..."
Green's Three-Colored Light Eyes stared unblinking.
Never before had there been a moment when Green was so calm.
The King of the Void Annihilators and the King of the Obsidian Scorpions, fleeing in disarray; the endless Abyssal Summoning of the Abyssal Dragons Corps spewing forth without cease; the Demon Ancestor's palm that could casually slap him to death in an instant...
