The storm cut through the sky like a blade, its force terrifying, akin to a storm-tossed sea, raising tremendous waves that swallowed everything.
At the center of the storm, the Ethereal Pagoda emitted a golden light. Although it seemed weak compared to the overwhelming storm, like a lantern that might extinguish at any moment, it stood unwavering, like a beacon in a stormy sea, offering hope.
The Sword Talisman Imprint on Carson Flores's arm shimmered with strands of golden light, making these lines appear like luminous golden threads, the light expanding into a sheet of golden brilliance.
The Sword Talisman Imprint seemed to become a portal to a void space, an endless stream of golden light emanated from this entrance, simultaneously releasing an unnerving sharpness.
"Huh?"
The old man with white hair finally noticed this suddenly emerging terrifying aura, a look of surprise on his face.
Has this kid summoned another powerful magical treasure?
