His strength had long surpassed the Mythical Level and might have already touched the edge of the Mythical+ Level. Even if he were to cross over regions and go to the island of the mid-level disciples for a decisive battle, he would have a considerable chance of victory!
"You, you're going to cross regions to take part in the war of the mid-level disciples?"
Upon receiving an affirmative reply, Amos was suddenly filled with endless regret.
He felt like a clown, secretly planning everything and even considering killing his teammates for a chance to win.
If he had known how strong Cain was, so strong that he could effortlessly defeat all the lower-level disciples, and that they weren't even his real targets, why would he bother with those plans?
Wouldn't it have been better to cling to his coattails from the start?
Realizing this, Amos immediately activated the Shell skills as Cain had instructed, summoning undead skeleton warriors.
