The fierce winds rolled up the dark clouds, a scene of the apocalypse descending.
Below was a sprawling expanse of white snow mountains, the extreme contrast of black and white made one feel exceedingly oppressive.
Under Lynn's watchful gaze with furrowed brows, the magic shadow descended, enveloped in darkness to three steps in front of the Seven Great Demon Kings, standing proudly as if it was the head of all demons, directly opposing him.
Then the dark backdrop faded away, revealing a giant magic shadow six meters tall, a woman with very masculine features, not beautiful, with a very robust figure, and an unmistakable aura of fierce aggression.
What caught Lynn's attention the most was the dragon horn on her forehead, identical to the one Ilya had given him.
"I am Ancient Demon Dragon Victor, Miracle Saint Emperor, you don't seem as powerful as I imagined."
