Wizard: Starting With the Knights Breathing Method Chapter 2973: 605: Dominating All Foes, Turning the Tide!

The Giant Kings displayed immense ferocity, drawing on their inherited supreme treasures to overpower their foes, morphing into colossal forms stretching across thousands of miles, leaving all onlookers in awe.

Entities such as the Whale Emperor or typical level 10 powerhouses from the Pan-Plane paled in comparison to the Legendary Wizards, merely holding on by a thread and sensing imminent collapse at every instant.

Boom!

The Eight-Armed Demon Emperor smashed the dangerous summit once more, hurling the Sky Pool Monarch through the air like a mere punching bag, powerless to confront Levi directly and reduced to constant evasion.

Terror gripped it from within:

"Too strong, this guy is too strong, what kind of monster is he!"

Right from the onset of the massive clash, it had already forfeited its will to fight on.

"Damn it, someone hurry and help me!"

The Sky Pool Monarch’s form continued to fall back.

Starry Sky Sword Scripture Star River Sword Washing!

The splendid radiance propelled the Sky Pool Monarch backward, its protective barrier now crumbling under the strain, slowly disintegrating, while the residual force tore its physique into shards strewn about.

Those shards morphed into towering ridges like twin barriers side by side, a chasmic maw yawned open with horrifying pull, striving to suck Levi into some mysterious dimensional realm.

At Levi’s back, the Red Emperor Star plummeted, swelling endlessly, eradicating everything in a hundred thousand mile expanse, promptly demolishing the flanking barriers, and the Sky Pool Monarch’s cry echoed from the depths.

"Lord Lost, save me! Save me!"

The Lost Monarch watched intently, his gaze shifting: "Damn it, how could the aged Sky Pool Monarch fail to endure even a hundred exchanges? What level has this individual attained?"

For it, longevity passed like an instant, yet for Levi, those thousand years sufficed to evolve from an obscure mortal to a dominant force spanning the Multidimensional Plane.

Such is the edge of ephemeral races!

In the midst of the turbulent fray, the Lost Monarch extended a digit, unleashing a lengthy jet-black streak, and spotting this, the Mountain Giant King swiftly shielded himself with a supreme treasure, employing his frame to block the assault.

Boom! The Mountain Giant King’s silhouette recoiled, his complexion ashen, yet he stood firm without retreating. The supreme treasure hummed intensely, its endurance in question for how much longer.

"The power of the Four Emperors, merely this level."

The Mountain Giant King rallied his resolve and lunged forward anew.

"Well done!"

Charactus’s palm unleashed a shadowy colossal blade, targeting the Lost Monarch, with a smirk: "You underestimate us far too greatly, daring to divide your focus."

The Lost Monarch’s brows furrowed faintly, multiple labyrinthine layers materialized before him. The shadowy colossal blade tore through the hindrances, stabbing into his torso and inflicting a grave wound. He recognized that distraction was impossible, as neither adversary ahead was an ordinary foe.

The Lost Monarch chuckled: "Impressive, after all this time in the conflict, Charactus, you’ve at last landed a blow on me. From here on, I shall engage in earnest."

He disregarded the Sky Pool Monarch entirely.

Conflict inevitably demands sacrifices.

Boom! With the Shadow World quaking fiercely, the Sky Pool Monarch unveiled a grand silhouette beneath the scarlet colossal star, then proceeded to dissolve.

Despite its desperate struggles, resistance proved futile.

The Great Sun plummeted, everything reverted to the Void!

The Sky Pool Monarch, slain!

"Sigh!"

The warhorse whinnied, the turbid Yellow River cascaded into the Shadow World, and Leon, having reached Level 9 Late Stage, unleashed a golden beam, conquering the Level 10 Middle Stage true soul!

The Underworld essence descended, prompting drastic shifts among the assembled monarchs.

The Angry Monarch uttered gravely, inquiring:

"Is the Underworld getting involved as well?"

Leon secured the true soul, glancing about before settling his eyes on the Lost Monarch.

"Big guy, are you addressing me?"

"Besides you, is there any other Underworld figure present?"

"I do not represent the Underworld, nor am I the Nether Emperor, I am just an ordinary little sidekick by my master’s side."

Leon shrugged, spurring his mount into the Void.

"Cease your falsehoods; your deeds today, we Nightmares can interpret as the Underworld forsaking neutrality and issuing a war declaration against us. Should you persist in courting doom, do not fault us Nightmares for showing no quarter once this battle concludes." The Angry Monarch fumed in helpless fury.

"Whatever you say, big guy."

Leon gestured farewell and departed, utterly dismissing the warning.

After dispatching the Sky Pool Monarch, Levi remained eager for more.

He gathered the loot, dashing toward the Pale Monarch like a ravenous predator.

This entity, possessing Level 10 Middle Stage Cultivation as well, allied with the Level 10 Early Stage Sealed Sovereign, created an offensive and restraining formation against the Lady of Thunder, who labored to hold her ground. Without the myriad arts of the Legendary Wizards, a standard level 10 would have fallen long ago.

In truth, the Pale Monarch shared a tie with Levi.

The Black Dragon Territory fell squarely under its rule, but throughout Levi’s rise, this monarch stayed absent, leading its subordinates to rebel and plunge into turmoil.

Long ago, it was the force that eradicated the Ash Dragon.

As Levi advanced, the Pale Monarch’s skeletal frame disintegrated, scattering into white mist spanning a hundred thousand miles, the mist formed from pulverized bones.

"Madam, you handle the Sealed Sovereign, I’ll take on the Pale!"

"Alright, be careful."

Levi willingly confronted the mightiest monarch.

Triggering the [Bath Blood] Special Effect, which amplified all Seven-dimensional Attributes by 70%, he eyed the spreading white mist, laughing boldly: "Time for you to sample my Nine Palace Sealing!" Drawing from his prior clash with the Grey Mist Monarch, he was prepared for such tactics.

Empowered by almost 140 thousand spiritual force, the ninth-circle spell unleashed legendary potency, manifesting across a hundred thousand mile area, where the Nine Palace Eight Trigrams arrays emerged, causing vast space to warp and contort.

"No, this is sealing magic..."

The Pale Monarch sensed the danger, but escape was impossible.

Space contorted into a spherical prison, confining the white mist inside a dimensional orb, which contracted swiftly, as bony talons lashed out, striving to rupture the enclosure and break free, for this ninth-circle spell could not contain it indefinitely.