Bradman had thought he had hidden himself well all along. It was only after he discovered that Layla in black had run into trouble that he suddenly understood: everything he had done was nothing more than a child's game before Zeref.
Feeling the entire space tremble, he could not help but give a bitter smile. It seemed he was about to be recalled and sent back to that world—or perhaps there would not even be a chance for him to be recalled.
Forget it. Let it end like this. Even if he could keep fighting, he was absolutely no match for Shaka.
As long as he continued using his own power, he could never be Shaka's opponent.
At that moment, the trembling grew even more violent. Then, a pillar of light shot straight down from the sky. Bradman's mouth fell open. This was clearly his mental world—if that pillar of light had descended from the sky, then it had pierced directly in from the outside world and struck the deepest part of his consciousness!
What kind of terrifying spiritual power was that?!
The pure white radiance emitted by the pillar was like the light of salvation, giving Bradman a trace of comfort amid the boundless darkness. He shouted, "Can you help me?"
Of course, he knew that the pillar of light was no illusion. Someone had definitely forced their way into his mental world! He immediately rushed toward the pillar. This was his world; wherever he wanted to go, he could reach it at the fastest speed.
In an instant, he arrived before the pillar of light. Yet the sight before him left him stunned. From afar, it truly looked like a pillar of light, but now that he stood less than a hundred meters away, he realized in astonishment