"Such powerful strength!"
Mr. Deville's aura was surging.
Stronger and stronger, more and more powerful.
Finally, because he couldn't control the power from the Divine Format, it spilled out, causing others in the room to fall to their knees, drenched in sweat.
Mr. Deville carefully felt the power from the Divine Format, and soon understood how to control this mighty power.
This understanding was wondrous, drawing him in.
The aura gradually receded.
However, this power did not disappear; it existed within the Magic Puppet.
A look of confidence appeared on his face.
The vengeful emotions in his mind grew stronger.
It seemed a bit strange, but he was quickly overwhelmed by the strong power and ignored it.
Now, he wanted to seek revenge immediately, to confront Benovia and get to the bottom of things.
But he hadn't yet familiarized himself with this power.
So he waved a big hand, "Bring out the trial stone from the house!"
