Dana watched Ang mutter to himself and could not help asking, "Ang, did you notice something wrong?"
Ang slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was profound, and his expression carried a trace of coldness. "Yes... the traces of the Plane Portal once set up by the Astrologer's Guild still remain in this space."
"I can sense a hidden spatial rift within it. If I'm not mistaken, it is very likely the plane where the Christian Family resides."
Dana's breathing quickened at his words. An irrepressible gleam flashed in his eyes, and even his voice trembled slightly. "So... you can trace it back? Find their plane directly?"
"More or less." A cold smile curved Ang's lips, and a flicker of chill passed through his eyes. "This saves us quite a bit of trouble."
"Then what are we waiting for?" Dana could no longer contain himself, his tone urgent. "Cast the spell quickly. No matter what, we have to seize their plane! They dared set their sights on World City, so they must pay the price!"
Ang nodded and slowly spread his hands. Blazing elemental radiance surged from his fingertips.
As he softly chanted the spell, the ground suddenly shook.
Amid rolling thunder, nine stone Magic Towers rose from beneath the ruins. Their imposing bodies were covered in intricate Space Runes.
The runes continuously flickered with a dim blue light in the air, as though resonating with the void.
The nine Magic Towers were positioned with extreme precision around the old site as their center.
Soon, the runes atop every tower lit up. Their radiance intertwined before finally converging into nine beams of light that shot into the sky.
Like sharp swords, those beams pierced the void and probed into the unseen emptiness.
"This... is truly spectacular." Dana murmured, his eyes full