In downtown London, the battlefield shattered by the powerful aftershocks of four A-ranks was disrupted by even stronger beings stepping in from both sides.
The tide of battle changed abruptly, rewriting the entire situation.
The fights that had all been on the verge of defeat were instantly reversed with the appearance of Thunderlight arcane arts!
No one had been remotely prepared for this. The instant an unimaginably powerful presence erupted beside them,
everyone's eyes widened, their minds and bodies jolting violently.
Then, turning around in shock, they saw that one member had vanished from the Observation Room. Looking back at the virtual screen, they saw the black-and-white figures.
Fang Ran in a black suit and Osphia in a platinum-white formal dress shattered through the spatial barrier and plunged from the azure sky into the battlefield below.
It was like a reenactment of how they had drawn everyone's attention like meteors during that C-Rank battle!
"Huh!? What? What just happened!?"
Hua Ling had still been anxiously crying out over Ye Sheng's imminent defeat when she suddenly sensed an incomparably powerful "presence" appear behind her.
She turned around in panic and saw that the others were also like startled birds, their minds still reeling.
On the virtual screen, the suited young man wore a wild curve at the corner of his lips as he dived from the vast sky. The exquisite, magnificent Silver Dragon beside his shoulder spread its Dragon Wings.
The sudden turn of events left Hua Ling completely speechless!
"That just now..."
Everyone in the Observation Room stared in stunned disbelief. Qing Ning, who had been closest to the scene, recalled that instant.
Fang Ran's suit had billowed beneath surging magical energy, and her trembling finger pointed at him as she was too frightened to speak clearly.
"Fang!?"
"No, it's..."