A dazzling white light shot into the sky, thoroughly illuminating the heavens above all of Lingyun City.
Beneath the thick, overcast clouds, a streak of white light curved through the air as though it had completely lost all mass, moving at an unimaginable speed.
The white light trailed brilliant radiance behind it, forming a river-like aurora of color across the sky.
The three Spirit Arts Tower Masters, who were in the midst of evacuating their clansmen, sensed that something was wrong and hurriedly turned back.
The three hovered in midair and looked back from afar, just in time to see the phenomenon of that aurora soaring into the heavens.
"That is... His Highness Bai Ling's aurora...!!"
Lin Yuanxiu's fists clenched involuntarily. His teeth were gritted, and his eyes brimmed with deep helplessness.
"Is Heaven trying to wipe out our spirit race?!"
No one knew better than him just how terrifying the aurora's power was.
In that battle years ago, he had watched the entire thing from afar through spirit arts.
The area affected by that aurora was enough to destroy all of Lingyun City with the slightest mishap.
"Stop standing there in a daze. Continue the evacuation at once!" Yao Zhongji, the Third Tower Master beside him, said in a grave voice.
"No matter what losses we suffer, the most important thing now is to prevent those losses from continuing to grow!"
Lin Yuanxiu drew a deep breath. "I understand! Let's go!"
He turned and shot rapidly into the distance.
Amid the violent fluctuations of Void Mist, it was no longer suitable to use teleportation demon arts within the city.
Directly beneath him, tens of thousands of spirit race soldiers were swiftly leading spirit race civilians, who had only managed a simple packing, out of the city.
The army had