The Wizard's Real Identity

The mighty Malevolence was motionless. Not only was she motionless, her body rapidly began to turn into a cloud of smoke and a pool of liquid, just like snow melting under the sun.

Vivian, grumpy from waking up, killed the Malevolence that had a DPS of a million, barehanded.

Everyone was on pins and needles. The demon hunters instinctively stepped back, as even the bravest warriors among them could not help but swallow. They lowered their weapons and tried to minimize their sense of presence.

Some of the demon hunters were seeing the legendary Countess of the Crimson Moon for the first time. They had never experienced the horror of being pursued by her. But they were not stupid. Only a while ago, they had witnessed how the countess took down the powerful Malevolence with her bare hands. No one dared to look for trouble with her.