"How troublesome."
The silver-haired young man shook his head helplessly. "I've already grasped the situation here. Even if you guys don't come, we'll also take care of this place after a while."
As he spoke, a human figure that seemed to be completely formed from silver liquid metal slowly appeared from the young man's back and floated quietly behind him.
"Do you sense it? Our powers are the same," the silver-haired young man said while looking at the Silver Mage King. "Join us. The Saints Association is filled with our comrades. We hold the same dreams as you in our hearts."
The Silver Mage King frowned. Demonic gods' powers would not lie. Although the way they used the diabolic energies were different, the Silver Demonic God's powers coming from the other party had almost the same level of intensity as his own.
From this point alone, the other party was also someone who valued justice.
"Carry on."
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