He spread his arms wide, his words tinged with a trace of tension, but more than that, a mocking amusement.
Even if the Gray Mist unfolded once more, even if he encountered again that terrifying divine spirit hailing from the All Heavens Divine Court—so what?
If they intervene, then they'd be betraying their earlier oath of noninterference.
If they don't intervene, then what could a mere mortal possibly do?
Necros's heart was taut with unease, aware that all the other divine spirits were silently watching this moment; he knew he might gamble and lose, but it was of little consequence now.
If he did not perish by the hands of the mighty divine spirits of the All Heavens Divine Court, then he would simply be killed by other divine spirits.
Wizard Shen Yu fully grasped the meaning within Necros's words.
Opening the Gray Mist again would prove fruitless.
He would not go in, and Shen Yu could not truly intervene.
But at this moment, all the people of Senya below gazed up at him.
