"Hehehehe, a mere minor world; any resistance against the great Wizard's Will is futile. Feel the great Wizard's Will and crawl in prayer, or death will be your only way out."
These words upon appearance are nothing more than an imitation of the Stigma Sorcerer in past Demon Hunting Expeditions.
On a ten-meter-tall hand shrouded in black flames, a two-hundred-meter-long extreme abyss magic staff was suddenly waved, sending out attack waves incomprehensible to Official Sorcerers.
Within a range of several kilometers, subjected to the extreme cold and the area attack of the Gravity Domain, large numbers of Screaming Cockroaches and Flapwing Cockroaches, which were a source of disgust and worry for Demon-Hunting Sorcerers, were successively frozen into blocks of ice, falling from the sky.
Such a scale of destruction is absolutely incomparable to any destructively powerful witchcraft cast by other Official Sorcerers!
