Who is this general?

"Now this is quite the spectacle..."

But just then, a voice came from the other side.

It was not loud—if anything, it sounded somewhat lazy, like someone complaining in their own backyard that the neighbors' party was too noisy.

Yet amid these ruins scoured by the torrent of Destruction, that casual remark sounded utterly out of place.

Welt, March 7th, Stelle, and Dan Heng all turned their heads almost at the same time.

They saw someone.

A man was walking over from the other entrance of the Scalegorge Waterscape, his pace unhurried, his footsteps producing crisp clicking sounds.

As he walked, he raised a hand toward the torrent of Destruction pouring down through the shattered Sky Dome and casually snapped his fingers.

The instant his fingers snapped, countless intricate golden runes appeared out of thin air in the space before him.

They were not the seal script commonly seen on the Xianzhou. They were older, more abstract, interlinked as they spun and combined at high speed according to some profound law. Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui... The phantom of the Eight Trigrams flashed by before transforming into an enormous formation diagram that covered the entire sky.

At the heart of the formation was the rotating radiance of Yin-Yang and the Five Elements.

The meteor torrent, powerful enough to shatter stars, neither exploded nor rebounded upon touching the formation.

Like drops of ink falling into water, they were lightly brushed away by the revolving power of the Five Elements, instantly dissolving into nothingness without leaving behind even a speck of dust.

For a brief moment, the sky regained its clarity.

"Th-then whose man is this?"

Still holding her bow aloft, March 7th stared wide-eyed and turned to ask Stelle beside her.

"Uh... no idea.

Judging by his clothes,