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

The Giant Kings displayed incredible ferocity, drawing on their inherited supreme treasures to hold down their foes, shifting into forms stretching across thousands of miles and shocking all onlookers.

Beings such as the Whale Emperor or typical level 10 powerhouses from the Pan-Plane paled in comparison to Legendary Wizards, just managing to hold on and sensing defeat looming 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, too scared to confront Levi directly and resorting only to evasion.

Terror gripped its heart:

"Too powerful, this fellow is way too powerful, what sort of beast is he!"

From the outset of the massive clash, its will to fight had already crumbled.

"Curse it, someone come aid me quickly!"

The form of the Sky Pool Monarch continued to fall back.

Starry Sky Sword Scripture Star River Sword Washing!

The splendid radiance propelled the Sky Pool Monarch backward, its protective barrier no longer able to endure, slowly disintegrating, while the residual force tore its form into pieces flung everywhere.

Those pieces morphed into towering ridges like twin barriers side by side, a deep chasm yawned with horrifying pull, trying to suck Levi into some mysterious dimensional realm.

At Levi's back, the Red Emperor Star plummeted, growing larger without stop, wiping out everything in a hundred thousand miles around, quickly crumbling the side-by-side ridges, and the Sky Pool Monarch's cry echoed from the depths.

"Lord Lost, rescue me! Rescue me!"

The Lost Monarch watched closely, his gaze shifting: "Blast it, how could the aged Sky Pool Monarch fail before a hundred exchanges? What level has this individual reached?"

For it, endless years passed like an instant, yet for Levi, those thousand years sufficed to rise from obscurity to a dominant force spanning the Multidimensional Plane.

Such is the edge held by fleeting mortal races!

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

Boom! The Mountain Giant King's form staggered back, his complexion ashen, yet he stood firm without dodging. The supreme treasure hummed, uncertain how much longer it might hold.

"The prowess of the Four Emperors, nothing more than this."

With renewed resolve, the Mountain Giant King lunged forward once again.

"Excellent!"

Charactus unleashed a palm strike sending forth a shadowy broadsword, targeting the Lost Monarch, with a smirk: "You look down on us far too much, daring to divide your focus."

The Lost Monarch's brow furrowed faintly, multiple labyrinths materialized before him. The shadowy broadsword tore through the barriers, stabbing into his torso and inflicting a grave wound. He realized distraction was impossible, as neither foe ahead was an easy mark.

The Lost Monarch chuckled: "Impressive, after all this time in the conflict, Charactus, you've at last landed a blow on me. Now, I'll get serious."

He paid no further mind to the Sky Pool Monarch.

Conflicts inevitably demand 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.

Regardless of its desperate struggles, resistance proved futile.

The Great Sun fell, everything reverted to nothingness!

The Sky Pool Monarch, slain!

"Sigh!"

The warhorse whinnied, the turbid Yellow River poured into the Shadow World, and Leon, now at Level 9 Late Stage, unleashed a beam of golden radiance, capturing the Level 10 Middle Stage true soul!

Underworld energy flooded in, prompting drastic shifts among the gathered monarchs.

In a grave tone, the Angry Monarch demanded:

"Is the Underworld joining in as well?"

Leon secured the true soul, glancing about before fixing his stare on the Lost Monarch.

"Hey big fella, you addressing me?"

"Who else but you, with no other Underworld folk around?"

"I don't speak for the Underworld, and I'm no Nether Emperor; I'm merely a humble attendant to my lord."

Leon shrugged, galloping off into the Void.

"Drop the lies; your moves here today could be seen by us Nightmares as the Underworld forsaking impartiality and launching war on our kind. If you keep chasing doom, don't fault us Nightmares for showing no quarter once this fight ends." The Angry Monarch fumed in helpless fury.

"Think what you like, big fella."

Leon dismissed the warning with a wave, departing without a care.

After dispatching the Sky Pool Monarch, Levi's hunger for battle remained unquenched.

He gathered the loot, lunging at the Pale Monarch like a ravenous predator.

This entity, boasting Level 10 Middle Stage Cultivation, allied with the Level 10 Early Stage Sealed Sovereign, created a strike-and-restrain formation against the Lady of Thunder, who found it hard to match their pace. Without the advanced arts of Legendary Wizards, a standard level 10 would have fallen long ago.

Curiously, the Pale Monarch shared a tie with Levi.

The Black Dragon Territory fell under its rule, but during Levi's rise, this monarch stayed absent, letting its subordinates break away and dive into disorderly strife.

In times past, it had been the destroyer of the Ash Dragon.

As Levi advanced, the Pale Monarch's bony frame fell to pieces, breaking down into white mist spanning a hundred thousand miles, formed from pulverized bones.

"Lady, you take the Sealed Sovereign; I'll manage the Pale one!"

"Got it, stay cautious."

Levi willingly faced 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 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 power, manifesting across a hundred thousand miles, where the Nine Palace Eight Trigrams arrays formed, vast regions of space warped and bent.

"No way, this is sealing sorcery..."

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

Space contorted into a globe, trapping the white mist inside a spatial orb, which contracted swiftly, while bone talons erupted outward, striving to crack the orb and break free—after all, this ninth-circle spell wouldn't contain it forever.