Above the sky, the violently torn black vortex not only did not collapse due to the interruption of the summoner's power but was instead maintained steadily by an even more formidable force.
The mysterious Seventh Level Wizard calmly supported the illusory space teleportation gate with both hands, as if merely undertaking a trivial task.
He continued exerting power, slowly expanding it again to both sides!
The Sage's expression had completely collapsed.
The overwhelming sense of disparity from heaven to hell and then being crushed repeatedly into the eighteenth level of hell shattered his once resilient heart.
He realized that besides the Seventh Level Wizard, whose aura was too powerful for him to comprehend, a large group of wizards, various in form, had somehow densely surrounded the sky outside this isolated island.
These wizards varied in level, some surrounded by flames, others treading on frost, and some encircled by countless alchemy constructs.
