In an instant, he was teleported to another location.
The dilapidated gray palace around him morphed into a vast, endless grassland, with a faint breeze brushing past him.
It felt both real and illusory.
"Who's there?" Azrakar roared, throwing a punch behind him.
His attack hit nothing but air.
"So, you've just recently broken through to the King level. Your strength isn't very stable yet," Kenny Lin observed coolly. "Kill the small ones, and an older one comes along. I wonder if killing this one will summon an even older one."
That chillingly oppressive aura appeared again.
Azrakar's face remained impassive, but inwardly, his vigilance soared.
Whoever had manipulated the formation to teleport him here couldn't have done so simply to change his surroundings.
"Stop hiding like a coward! Get out here and face me directly face to face, you scoundrel!" Azrakar bellowed, his voice booming across the landscape.
