Teacher Ian exhaled slowly as he angled his blade towards the sky.
A heavy silence fell around him while his aura gathered, condensing with frightening density.
The soldiers nearby instinctively backed away, their skin prickling beneath the pressure.
Then—
BOOM!
His sword fell once more, but this was unlike the previous strike.
A pillar of light erupted from the edge, a cutting storm that howled like thunder, crashing against the barrier with enough force to rattle the very earth.
The dome convulsed.
Web-like cracks rippled outward from the impact point, spreading further than before.
The translucent light wavered, flickering as though it might extinguish at any moment.
Even Fang Yuan lifted his gaze, his expression sharpening ever so slightly.
The corner of his robe stirred in the shockwave, though his posture remained straight and calm.
The watching Fang cultivators on Coldwind's walls whispered in alarm.
"Such power… even the barrier can't withstand much more…"
