If one were to assign a specific level to Ilya in her current state, it would probably be Level 998.9.
Not quite a Near God, but not far off either.
Victor put away a trace of disdain in his heart, and his expression became solemn.
The current Proud Demon King indeed brought her some pressure. Although she hadn't crossed that heavenly chasm, a legitimate Demon King was not comparable to ordinary members of the Demon Race, or even the Demon Dragon Race.
Victor had a premonition that if she were to go to war with the Proud Demon King, even if she could win, it would be a pyrrhic victory. The Seven Great Demon Kings still weren't her match, but she wouldn't be much better off after the battle either.
"Your Majesty Dragon Mother, my Demon King's Magic Sword is not ineffective either!"
Gathering up the maximum power her body could withstand, Ilya faced Victor with an already towering spirit at heart.
