"I don't know what you're talking about,"
the Seventh Rank Bishop Level Black Wizard said indifferently.
"Of course, you know what I'm talking about,"
Tuck said in a detached and calm tone.
"You are very powerful, after all you have ascended to the Seventh Rank, and it's not easy to say what your true level is, while I am only at the Fifth Rank,"
"The gap in levels is indeed a bit large,"
"And Transcendents from the Lodger Sect would have many sinister and vicious tricks."
"But... once you decide to make a move,"
Tuck's eyes suddenly hardened, a fierce, cruel, and tyrannical bloodthirst, surged like the rumble of mountains.
It was Tuck's terror of killing intent accumulated from mountains of corpses and seas of blood, akin to a world-ending Demon King.
Even around Tuck, there appeared the Transcendent phenomenon of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
"I can assert... that it definitely won't be me who flees today."
