Damian Wargrave stared at the destruction the ten alternate versions of himself had caused. A staggering destruction of ten million kilometers wasn't something he could pull off on his own. The most he could do on his own was within a million kilometers to two million kilometers. Only people like Azaron and Morthern could cause destruction on this scale.
And now, he had climbed to that realm of power.
This was the true evidence that even without stepping into the next Life Rank, one could always become stronger until their talent and potential were exhausted.
After seventy years, maybe he could now take on Azaron and Morthern and win.
A smirk appeared on his lips the next moment. Why wouldn't he be happy? This was the first time he was using this Ultimate Skill of his. Yes, he had perfected it five years ago, but never bothered to use it, because he didn't just want to use the Ultimate Skill and stare at ten versions of himself.
