The Battle of the Pinnacle
Mike immediately turned around.
His voice became sharp.
"All of you, retreat."
The students and elders did not hesitate.
They immediately began withdrawing from the battlefield.
Nobody dared to remain close.
A battle between pinnacle experts was no longer something ordinary cultivators could observe from a distance.
One stray wave of power could kill them.
As the others retreated, Mike slowly raised his hand.
His expression became solemn.
There was no longer any trace of hesitation in his eyes.
The time for words had passed.
The time for restraint had passed.
He had already lost Shera once.
He had watched his fellow disciples fall.
And now Gareth had chosen to unleash everything.
Mike would not retreat.
He slowly took out a seven-colored divine stone.
The stone appeared ancient.
Seven brilliant colors flowed across its surface like living streams of light.
The moment it appeared, the surrounding Mana began to tremble.
