Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2912: 591: Grey Mist Monarch Falls!

At this moment, it's hard to tell who's more powerful between the Grand Council Chairman and her.

Regardless, she undoubtedly possesses Level 10 Peak Power, strong enough to employ techniques resembling time reversal that can retrieve even a Level 10 Middle Stage being who's already escaped.

Levi believes she could very well have stepped halfway into Level 11.

Even as a female, she commands the second biggest transcendent organization across the Pan-Plane, trailing only Nora, and its size rivals the Council of Ten Thousand Clans during its height.

She's present, yet her location remains a mystery.

Levi feels a strong curiosity toward this enigmatic woman. Regarding fame, the once subdued Grand Council Chairman pales in comparison to Hera.

The timeline shifts back to three breaths prior.

The Grey Mist Monarch bellowed:

"Don’t be too complacent; someone will come to handle you!"

A low hum echoed! A dark throne forged from bones materialized, enveloped in an unfathomable aura of death, where a valiant golden-haired swordswoman in full armor sat in a meditative pose upon it.

She exuded assurance, extravagance, and an air of supremacy!

"Who exactly do you believe... can take me on?"

By now, the time reversal force had faded away, the Grey Mist Monarch shifting into vaporous tendrils that lunged at the throne's occupant, halting mere inches from Hera.

The Grey Mist Monarch's assault fell short, and it let out a chilly scoff: "It appears the Nightmare World has stayed dormant far too long; you native powers of the Pan-Plane have forgotten to respect us. Allow me to depart, or the Void Holy Temple will lie in ruins before a hundred years pass!"

Boom!

Hera clenched the empty air, summoning a colossal hand spanning a hundred thousand miles crafted from death energy that crashed down, causing Levi's gaze to flicker in shock.

"Should this blow connect with the Blood Battle Armor, the outcome would be unthinkable... Hera's power has increased, or truthfully, it was always this immense. Similar to the Grand Council Chairman, she concealed her true might, but with the era shifting—Nora's rebellion, Shadows' involvement, new heroes emerging—she's cast off that mask."

He couldn't fathom why Hera chose to aid him. However, attacking the Nightmare Monarch right at this pivotal instant clearly signals a challenge to the Nightmare World. Could a figure of Hera's stature also seek to align with Nora?

"Excellent, excellent!" The Grey Mist Monarch refused to stand by passively; its misty body morphed into a massive gray blade, slicing toward the enormous hand!

Next, the blade shattered as if it were rotten timber.

"Detonate!"

The Grey Mist Monarch burst apart, the resulting blast forcing Hera to evade for the moment.

She chuckled: "What boldness, to escape by sacrificing part of yourself with such resolve."

"Hera! The Multidimensional Plane holds no room for your Void Holy Tower anymore!" A surge of fog streaked off into the distance, on the verge of merging with the void.

Hera refrained from pursuit, as a radiant sword light spanning thirty thousand miles, akin to a celestial river, surged from the horizon and swallowed the fleeing mist.

Levi felt a subtle jolt.

"This... that's Sword Qi."

The Grey Mist Monarch's cries faded slowly amid the Sword Qi, its core essence fleeing into the emptiness, glaring venomously at all present: "All of you will perish!"

Hera moved to seize it once more when the Underworld Source River poured down from the void, a Hell Warhorse galloping across its currents, golden light pulverizing the essence into fragments.

Astride the horse stood a diminutive three-inch figure clad in golden armor.

"So it's him," Hera thought to herself, showing no irritation.

In this way, a Level 10 Middle Stage Nightmare Monarch, notoriously difficult to handle, met its end and vanished completely, forever barred from rebirth or revival.

Leon hauled his prize back to Levi's position, stirring a slight unease in Levi's chest—this tiny fellow actually dared to claim Hera's loot... If she demands it, it's hardly my fault as Dragon King Li.

"Master, I discovered this within its core essence." Leon presented a gray orb to Levi right before Hera.

"This ought to go to Senior Hera; hand it over to her," Levi responded swiftly.

Hera dismissed it with a gesture, stating: "It holds no value for me."

Meanwhile, upon the eternal Ten Thousand Miles of Sword Qi River that never recedes, a massive form emerged, bare-chested above the waist and towering ten thousand meters high.

It boasted twenty-four limbs, each gripping a blade.

Levi recalled tales of this entity's exploits.

Star Sky Sword Saint Davis, the sixth mightiest in the Pan-Plane, a solitary wanderer from the Arm Shura clan, placing behind the Amethyst Saint, at Level 10 Late Stage.

It wielded the legendary artifact [Autumn Water], ranked twelfth overall. This supreme item consists of 24 blade cores, an elite sword relic whose destructive force is unparalleled!

From what Levi recalls, the Star Sky Sword Saint hasn't surfaced in thousands of years, and it doesn't belong to the Void Holy Temple. Its alliance with Hera now suggests it's enlisting with them.

"I extend my deepest gratitude to Seniors Hera and Davis for your assistance."

Levi offered a respectful bow to both.

The Star Sky Sword Saint scrutinized Levi.

"Rumors say you're proficient in sword arts as well?"

"I possess only basic knowledge, nothing to set against seniors."

"There's no call for humility; once you ascend to Level 10, we should duel and share techniques, perhaps shattering the Level 9 barriers."

"Very well."

Hera remarked: "Our intervention wasn't driven by duty. Given your abilities, that Grey Mist Monarch posed no fatal threat to you... It was stirring excessive chaos in our domain, acting with utter arrogance, disregarding my Void Holy Temple entirely."

Levi replied with a helpless tone: .

"Vast realms like these have long dismissed us. You two seniors performed admirably in eliminating it! Yet, by provoking the Nightmare World, do you not fear their retaliation?"

The Star Sky Sword Saint boomed with laughter:

"Naturally, we're concerned, but we refuse to cower indefinitely. The Pan-Plane harbors its share of bold souls; it's not solely you and Nora."