Bang! The claw shattered with a thunderous crash. The White Light dispersed, turning into countless wisps of white smoke that spread in every direction.
In an instant, the entire Second Layer was covered by streams of threadlike white mist.
Within the white smoke, a tall, burly figure slowly emerged.
A black cloak, muscles coiled like steel cables, and disheveled black hair spilling down like a lion's mane. It was none other than Lu Sheng, who had only just arrived.
"Teacher!!" Isla's muscles trembled all over as he struggled to recover from his fear-induced rigidity.
His eyes were slightly moist. Before, he had always been the one beating up someone else's juniors, only for their elders to come hunting him down afterward.
But this time... he had someone backing him too! The enormous sense of safety that had suddenly descended at this final moment gave him an unparalleled sense of belonging to the Ten Heart Phantom Devil Sect.
"Life should burn like the most dazzling meteor, unleashing all its light and heat, then ascending amid blazing fire. Leave behind a trace that belongs to yourself in this world." Lu Sheng's eyes shifted, his pupils moving slightly as he fixed his gaze on the white-robed elder opposite him.
"Because only traces can be sung of through the generations and endure forever."
Whoosh! In an instant, he crossed more than ten meters and struck out with one palm.
"Infinite Magic Capital!!"
In a blur, countless wisps of black smoke surged from his palm like a spring. His hand was like a black storm.
The tornado-shaped storm shook the entire castle, drowning out every sound around them.
"King of Siril, I have been waiting for you!!" The white-robed elder took a step back. Countless bursts of White Light exploded behind him, scattering and blasting