This day, Wadon felt triumphant, finally sensing that his struggles had come to an end.
He single-handedly controlled a massive Undead Bone Dragon, riding atop its head, pushing aside the talented younger generation with superior potential and combat strength.
The eleven kings could only bow their heads and submit.
Even Proeus, who was stronger and whose talents made others look up to him, was crushed beneath his feet.
For a moment, even Wadon felt a bit cocky, a little man who triumphed.
"That Bone Dragon is terrifying to such a degree!"
Countless people watched the Undead Mage riding on the Bone Dragon, the entire Abyss trembling and rapidly resounding across the land.
Wadon also possessed great courage and did not suppress these young strong ones.
He understood the human historical process well.
The more bloodthirsty suppression and monopolizing age there is, the stronger the people's resistance will be.
