Amid thunderous roars, the earth seemed to become an ocean caught in a tsunami, heaving violently into hundreds upon thousands of immense folds.
A casual movement from the Nine-Headed Wood Dragon whipped up hurricane winds and monstrous waves. Powerful wind pressure blasted outward, its ring-shaped shock wave sweeping like a gigantic spinning blade, uprooting and shredding the surrounding trees and rocks!
Countless fragments shot in every direction like arrows. In an instant, an area over a dozen li across seemed to come under a dense bombardment of arrows, with explosions ringing out without end.
The forces of the True God Church and the Five Elements Sect bore the brunt of it. The church's Spellcasters raised protective barriers, while the cultivators either formed hand seals and controlled Magic Artifacts to guard themselves or unleashed talismans, blocking and tearing apart the fragments, walls of mud, and surging force sweeping toward them.
Bang!
Chunks of stone hurtled toward the gold-masked man like cannonballs, only to turn abruptly into drifting powder a few feet in front of him.
The gold-masked man stared coldly at Hong Yuan, who stood atop the Nine-Headed Wood Dragon.
His plan to control the target through spirit String Sorcery and abduct him without a sound had already fallen apart.
With such a commotion here, the capital must already have noticed. At a Weaver's speed, the mere hundred and fifty-odd li would take only minutes to cross.
He had sacrificed Morick, a deeply planted agent who held a high position even within the High Tower Institute, and consumed a rare creation of Spatial String Sorcery just to bring the target before him.
There was no time to waste.
"Retreat immediately!"
The gold-masked man's indifferent voice rang through the minds of the True God Church's Spellcasters. They froze briefly, then withdrew swiftly