Even if he managed to leave the secret realm alive, how could he face anyone afterward?
With a loud shout, the sword in front of Ruma Yang suddenly burst into a bright light, and the aura emanating from it grew stronger and stronger.
The surrounding devils and humans looked on in shock.
This power seemed immense.
Could Al'gath withstand it?
Would Ruma Yang succeed?
"That's more like it." As this powerful force erupted, Al'gath's eyes lit up instantly, with a hint of excitement.
He longed to face off against every strong genius because he believed that only by constantly challenging powerful opponents could he improve himself.
The wind whipped through Al'gath's hair and clothes, revealing a face as sharp and determined as a chiseled stone.
With a loud shout, he drew in the spiritual energy around him, causing it to swirl around his blade like a whirlwind.