Fourth Level of the Dark Ancient Tower

"Just wait to fail."

"That's right. These alien races are really arrogant."

The two of them cursed and swore, preparing to watch Dragon Abomination make a fool of himself.

Levi tilted his mouth and slowly walked over with his spiked club, exuding a domineering aura.

In front of the teleportation portal, a swordswoman in silver armor appeared.

Her body was translucent like a Gas creature.

Obviously, this was not a real human, but a wind element spirit.

She stretched out her hand, and the airflow condensed into a longsword!

At the same time, her aura, which was originally comparable to a fourth-circle senior, began to rise. It only stopped when it was at Perfection for the fourth-circle and was infinitely close to the fifth-circle.

Levi shot out and raised the spiked club in his hand high!

"Get... lost!"

He swung his spiked club!

The most extreme brute force, the simplest attack!