"I know."
Jack Clark nodded, looking at the distant figure that was six meters tall, covered in blue-purple armor and holding a large battle axe.
Since it hadn't been activated yet, it looked like a statue standing still at the gate, lifeless and silent.
Wearing heavy battle boots, Jack Clark held his war halberd and slowly walked towards the square. A horrifying strength revived within his body, turning into dazzling golden flames.
Boom!
A thirty-meter-tall figure emerged behind Jack Clark, and the dense heavenly energy in a range of hundreds of meters suddenly surged and gathered, transforming into a white mist around him.
The True Martial phantom at that moment seemed solid, like a giant clad in black-red scale armor with six arms and four giant light wheels slowly rotating behind him.
His face was expressionless and cold, identical to Jack Clark's. Above his eyebrows, a black mark resembling both a knife and an eye exuded a majestic and divine aura.