"Tower Spirit? Perhaps, but it's more likely to be a form of autonomous rule, which wasn't uncommon in the Mythical Era, was it?"
As Feng Yuan swung the sickle, he began to dismantle their defensive line. With those black star clouds interfering, the guardians couldn't spare attention for them. Glancing at everyone, Feng Yuan said,
"Let's go. Take advantage of this good opportunity to advance; otherwise, we might have to fight again later."
All the guardians originally surrounding Feng Yuan's group shifted their focus entirely onto the black star clouds, and the path ahead reappeared.
As they moved forward, Feng Yuan noticed that the pink star clouds had somehow quietly slipped closer. Raising the black scythe, Feng Yuan watched the approaching pink star clouds with vigilance.
