The King, without any followers, would have no standing in the future world—apart from the identity of Fifth Energy Level itself, His value had plummeted to rock bottom. Even other Fifth Energy Level beings wouldn't consider allying with Him because the notorious reputation of the King of Shadow Wraiths had long been infamous. Unless He started being benevolent towards humans continuously for a hundred years from now, He would swiftly become the most unwelcome and despised strong force in the future world, and no one would communicate with Him harmoniously.
This blow to self-esteem was far worse than any actual harm—thus, He genuinely felt anger and lashed out at Ian!
In an instant, sharp claws tore through space-time, and the pitch-black shadows eroded everything around, condensing into arrays of fragmented inscriptions. The seemingly ordinary sharp claws also underwent intense transformation, coalescing into an illusory shadow warship and phantom forces.
