"Heavenly Fire Prairie."
Akes floated in midair, forming hand seals as the magic within him surged wildly.
The fire element seemed to answer his call, gathering from all directions and condensing above his head into a vast crimson cloud. It grew larger and denser, staining half the sky blood-red. The cloud churned and roared like an awakened ancient beast, radiating a suffocating pressure.
The temperature in the air rose sharply. The withered grass on the ground began to catch fire, and the water in the ditches began to boil. The warhorses whinnied in terror. Some broke free of their reins and bolted in every direction; others collapsed to the ground, trembling. The soldiers on both sides stopped what they were doing and stared up at the sky, fear filling their eyes.
"What is that?"
On the city wall, the soldiers looked up in terror. They saw flames burning in the sky, alive as they churned, roared, and swelled, radiating a suffocating pressure.
"S-Saint-level!" someone cried out, trembling.
The city wall erupted into an uproar. Saint-level powerhouses were the stuff of legend, and there were hardly any across the entire Yulan Continent. Why would someone like that appear here?
Prince Yulin saw it too. He was so frightened that he dropped onto his backside, his lips trembling as he struggled to speak. Dust covered his brocade robe, and his golden crown had slipped askew. He looked utterly wretched. None of the guards around him dared help him up; everyone was stunned by the spectacle in the sky.
On the battlefield outside the city, the soldiers of the Luo'ao Empire noticed the change in the sky as well. Their commander looked up, and his face instantly went deathly pale. He wasn't a Saint-level powerhouse, but as an Eighth Rank Peak Warrior, his