Wizard Reed shook his head; he didn't have much time left to ponder these matters.
His snowman had bought him a considerable amount of time. In an instant, all the accumulated Malice Spirit Entities within him were refined. Now, he was about to reveal, one by one, the things he had obtained from years of immersing himself in the Power of Darkness before these experts.
Even if he ultimately failed, his journey to this mystical mountain range would not have been in vain.
Of course, Wizard Reed had a contingency plan, though he wasn't sure if it could be executed. Its success depended on the arrival of a specific person—someone not from the Black Crow, yet more important than anyone in it.
Besides himself, everyone else from the Black Crow had been overpowered by these experts. The names of the three Black Crow leaders even escaped him now; they had all suffered humiliating defeats and were probably nursing their wounds in some forgotten corner.
