"Tinkle!"
Clear as ice struck against jade, ringing like metal and stone, like shards of ice colliding or reeds chiming in harmony, a wind chime's sound that seemed to ripple from the depths of the soul instantly blanketed the entire sky.
It was an abrupt note, as well as a crisp overture. Accompanied by that "tinkle" and the synchronized tremor of laws and space, Punk, standing beneath the ruins of the battlefield, felt as though the world before him had suddenly entered a silent pause.
At that moment, Whisper of Destruction, a Morningstar spellcaster, discovered not only that all his senses had utterly broken off and dissipated into dreamlike nothingness, but that, from the perspective of his soul, even his thoughts had abruptly stalled at the summons of that crisp sound—the breeze had long since turned into falling rain and merged into a dark spring, leaving only the pleasant, unceasing tinkle of a swaying wind chime between heaven and earth...
It was becoming a new "order," redefining the boundary between illusion and reality. Perhaps it itself had never existed, perhaps it was part of the gap between reality and illusion!
That was Punk's reluctant conjecture afterward concerning that "tinkle," a sound wholly beyond the comprehension of his current knowledge.
Of course, even such a guess had to wait until afterward. In the present, at the center of the battlefield, Whisper of Destruction, stunned motionless for the first time in his life, had only one urgent task—to rely entirely on instinct if necessary and quickly activate the ultimate defense in his hand to ensure his survival.
After all, two Blazing Sun powerhouses, who represented danger and disaster even among Legendary professionals, had clearly arrived. If anyone dared to freeze up at a time like this, disaster would surely follow!
**"Blazing Sun-level