This stroke, far from wielding the might to sever the Star River as he had before, still left a sword scar in its wake, a scar that stretched onward, shattering everything it touched.
The resplendent dome resembling a starry sky suddenly cracked open, revealing an achingly familiar dusk.
The formation was broken!
Kaethor Jandric transformed into golden light and instantly broke out of the formation.
The sounds of combat, the thunderous spiritual energy explosion, and anguished cries abruptly filled his ears, as if his deaf ears suddenly healed.
Dozens of beams shot up from the ground, then formed a massive shield of light, enveloping the entire city.
Array flags stood sky-high on all sides, under which dozens of powerful figures with strange patterns on their faces engaged in frenzied combat, entangled with all the other escaping experts.
Kaethor Jandric looked down, horrified.
The formation that had just been breached by a single sword stroke somehow closed again!
