With these thoughts in mind, the gifted child became increasingly excited and his strength grew more formidable. Little did he know that it was not an outburst borne out of pressure, but the covert manipulation of a shameless individual.
At this moment, the bizarre blood-soaked space was rumbling under the attack of the gifted child's mystic arts, and a violent wind had already risen, wreaking havoc throughout the space. In addition, the dripping blood was also annihilated in the stormy wind.
Even the blood that had once made him apprehensive now seemed trivial, and the gifted child's confidence continued to expand indefinitely.
If he were to face the demon ancestor now, he would be able to put up a fight. However, he preferred to encounter them after having gained more opportunities. He didn't want to meet them ahead of time.
In this way, when the fair and square final battle arrived, he could prove that he was the real gifted child who stood until the end.
