The Four Emperors descend, the world trembles, Lord of Storm's expression changes abruptly. The Lost Monarch casually shoots out a black line, shattering space-time, annihilating everything.
"Retreat!"
In front of Lord of Storm forms an elliptical giant shield of intertwined hurricane and lightning. The black line collides with the giant shield, exploding into countless cracks, with shockwaves sweeping across hundreds of thousands of miles.
Lord of Storm asked:
"Lost Monarch? Aren't you on the Shadow Battlefield?"
Upon hearing this, Lost Monarch's eyelids twitch.
Indeed, someone who lifts the wrong pot at the wrong time.
Too lazy to explain anything, he coldly said:
"Get lost; I don't feel like fighting with you today. Your astral world is now like a clay Buddha crossing the river, struggling to protect itself, so stop forcibly involving yourself in the matter of Nora.
Being too greedy can be fatal."
