After Chen Chuan recited those lines, the Golden Talisman Book above slowly descended and finally settled into his hands.
At this moment, he stood there as if no one else existed, yet the powerful aura radiating from him and the unique manifestation surrounding him made him impossible to ignore.
Those standing on the outskirts stared intently.
What set Throne Fighters—or rather, Profound Cave Observation Fighters—apart most was their overwhelming sense of presence. To everyone's eyes, every Profound Cave Observation Fighter was a dazzling orb of light. They might conceal themselves at first, but once they fought or unleashed their power, there was no hiding it.
And at this moment, Chen Chuan looked like a blazing sun to them, so bright that it even made their eyes sting.
Especially since that light and heat were still expanding without cease, as though this was nowhere near his limit.
How could they fail to understand now? The one before them had become a true Throne Fighter!
When Chen Chuan had battled them fiercely before, he had only been at the Secret Hall level. Now that he had attained the Throne, what kind of power would he display?
For a time, the field fell utterly silent. Only violent currents swept across the wilderness, stirring up scattered dust and drifting flames of light.
Just as Chen Chuan took hold of the book, a sudden gust of pressure rose at his side. The Six-winged Emissary was charging at him from afar, hammer-staff raised.
Every Throne Fighter present could feel the mental pressure emanating from Chen Chuan and did not dare act rashly. But the Six-winged Emissary was a pure consciousness entity. So long as nothing restricted its power, it would continue attacking its designated target.
Yet even so, as it charged forward, the Divine Energy of