There was so much silence in a huge space, the black-haired demon who had been lazily approaching the magician was nowhere to be found, and only Weston was left leaning on the throne in the entire pure white space.
Not long ago, the devil took the magician from the throne to clean up, but the result was not honest, so the enraged magician kicked it into the decisive battle dungeon evaluated by the instructor in advance.
Weston couldn’t enter the decisive battle dungeon so early.
Because he still has one thing waiting to be verified and guessed.
Sure enough, the other symbols were stamped with a black mark one by one, except for a gray-black hexagram plate, which still flickered on the space door.
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