Under Hua An and Mo Feng's anxious gazes, Ian—who was supposedly unconscious—calmly watched them contact the floating-stone aircraft's pilots, then used their emergency communications equipment to reach Master Gose and the Ellen Family.
The pilots' injuries were not light either, and they too wanted treatment as soon as possible. They understood perfectly well that with Fourth Energy Level powerhouses resuming their battle, contacting nearby troops was useless. Who knew how many people had been injured or caught in the fallout? And they knew very well that their passengers must have considerable backing. If they offered assistance now, they could conveniently receive treatment later.
What was more, they had sensed the power Ian had unleashed just now... it had been almost at the Second Energy Level!
Could the potion he drank just now have been...
The thought flashed through their minds, and the distress call was sent.
At the same time, a swift flash of light rose from the direction of the Awak Domain, piercing toward where the lightning had erupted!
Kador, you have overstepped your bounds!
Angry, Mikael? But anger is useless—blame yourselves for being careless!
Skyflood King let out a mad laugh. Though he could only evade Mikael's furious counterattack, he would be delighted so long as he could hinder the Empire and Grand Duke Solin—this also vented some of the pent-up bitterness from having all his men wiped out.
Within the Awak Domain, the battle between powerhouses had yet to end, and it would also raise the curtain on even greater conflicts to come.
But for Ian's group, their journey to the Western Border had come to an end.
Imperial Capital.
Master Gose was conducting an alchemical experiment concerning biological toxins. Isengard and the other alchemists were assisting him, recording the relevant data.
But suddenly, his private number—the