The group, who had been on the brink of despair, exclaimed in delight, "Really? That’s fantastic!"

Magath, on the other hand, felt disdain and anger. He sneered. "Hmph, so what? You’re still headed for a dead end."

As soon as he finished speaking, Magath's group quickly formed a powerful formation. Countless streams of malevolent aura converged around them, gradually taking on the shape of a daemonic god. It had three heads and six arms, with a ferocious and terrifying appearance. As it emerged, it brought an overwhelming sense of pressure to the battlefield.

At that moment, one of the elders stepped forward. "As I suspected, it’s you. I didn’t think you would reveal yourself in such a manner."

This was Kayne Hickman of Purecastle, standing tall in the wind, a sword case strapped to his back. With his long beard flowing, he appeared like an immortal descended from the heavens.

The six eyes of the daemonic god’s shadow glared at Kayne coldly as it spoke, "Human desire is boundless.