That’s why he did not immediately confront the figure physically; he feared that enraging it might make it press down without a second thought.
His questioning was also an attempt to divert the figure’s attention. If it even slightly turned its head, got distracted for a moment, that would be the chance to deal with it!
However, Yadasai’s questioning had no effect; the alien figure simply ignored him.
In the quiet space of the underground hall, the only sound was green viscous liquid dripping from the alien’s body.
…
Popota had heard footsteps above his head quite early on, knowing that a great demon must have returned. However, even with that knowledge, he did not care.
Gaining strength from the flesh and blood absorbed by the chains, Popota had become extremely powerful.
Even Yadasai had to admit that Popota’s strength had indeed become formidable.
No one could imagine that Popota, not long ago, was just a weak Wizard Apprentice. Even if it were said to Yadasai now, he probably would not believe it.
What kind of pot holds what amount of water.
Using a cliché analogy: if strength is likened to water and the Magical Core to a container, the difference between a Wizard Apprentice and an Official Wizard is like that between a cup and a pot. If one does not take the proper path and forcibly expands the cup into a pot, then the walls of the pot will inevitably crack. What’s more, the cup is not just being expanded into a pot, but directly into a water tower, and it all happened in a short span of time.
Essentially, this is impossible.
To make it possible, total collapse is the only way.
Popota managed it with the help of that entity behind the chains. But at the same time, although Popota got stronger, he also suffered the consequences of collapse.
This kind of collapse was currently only happening mentally, causing Popota to gradually lose his former absolute rationality.
It was this transformation that made Popota not consider too much about Yadasai’s arrival. His mind had not changed at all, his goal remained the same: to press down.
Therefore, Yadasai’s various probes and questions were useless to Popota.
Popota seemed to be simply pressing down his hand, but the process was quite complex. Despite no one obstructing him, the entire light pattern was trembling, exerting influence on Popota. That’s why his speed kept slowing down.
But even so, Popota’s hand steadily moved closer to the position of the Central Hub.
Seeing Popota’s hand almost touching the protruding stone, Yadasai knew he could no longer wait for the other to be distracted—he had to take action himself!
But just as Yadasai was about to make his move, there was a new twist in the underground hall.
The closer Popota got to the Central Hub, the more intense the frequency of the light patterns became. However, when the light patterns realized they could not influence Popota’s will no matter what, they gave up stopping Popota!
But after this change, Popota did not feel relieved because hidden mechanisms in the underground hall were activated.
As a thunderous rumbling sound echoed, the statues in the hall suddenly came to life.
The original form of the statue was coiled up and enveloped by a pair of black wings, concealing its true shape.
But now, the black wings slowly opened, gradually unveiling the true form they had been concealing.