Of course, before that, he could throw that Elf out first and use him to test the positions of the many Ninth Ranks outside. It would buy him at least a little time.
With a thought, Anvis's will instantly manifested throughout the city. Then, at a point beneath the bottom of the Floating City, space suddenly rippled with an inexplicable disturbance.
At this moment, the Floating City had already risen above the clouds, hovering ten thousand meters in the air and slowly rotating at that altitude.
The wary gazes of the many Ninth Ranks immediately turned toward that point, suspecting some kind of unknown attack.
However, when the Elf appeared before them, Mystic Seeker Orvanni's expression shifted slightly in surprise.
Saint Arbiter Yorgensen's gaze flickered. He suddenly raised a hand and made a slight grasping motion toward the Elf. A holy halo appeared, about to bind itself around the Elf's body.
But at that moment, a transparent Mana barrier suddenly emerged over the Elf's body, blocking Yorgensen's attack.
"Orvanni? So he's one of yours."
Seeing this, everyone immediately understood what was going on with the Elf.
Yorgensen sneered as he watched Orvanni transfer the Elf into their group, making no further move to stop him.
"We need to share the intelligence from inside the Floating City, Orvanni."
The Empire's Ninth Rank Limit leader, Crystal Door Bayer, likewise cast Orvanni a wary glance and made his demand.
Clearly, relying on their advantage of possessing a Floating City, the Continental Magic Council had figured out how to avoid being attacked by the city's defense systems. They had attempted to use this to secretly seize control of the city or remove the Eternal Core ahead of time.
But the outcome was obvious now. For some unknown reason, he had failed.
Having witnessed the