In his eyes, pale symbols flickered, and with a wave of his hand,
the development process of this line of Destiny was immediately erased by him.
Countless sparks, becoming semi-transparent as they fell, gradually disappeared until they ceased to exist.
"Found you!"
The Candelabra Goddess let out a cold laugh.
As the most powerful existence among the Four Gods of the Outer Continent, her Insight was extremely high. Through the instant her Holy Fire was erased, she was able to trace and locate the Infinite Mister.
The candlestick in her hand reached forward, and the colorful fire whirlwind instantly enveloped the man in the black hat... The Flame directly isolated the space, preventing him from escaping through Blink.
At the same time, the injured Mistwalker revealed his Mythical Creature Form at some unknown time, turning into an enormous, twisted wind vortex. The center was dark, with countless deformed eyeballs rotating constantly, emitting a gurgling sound.
