A shadow blotted out the sky like a mountain sailing through the air, engulfing Serinburg below.
Hong Yuan had sent the wooden giant soaring thousands of meters high. Otherwise, the wind whipped up by its rapid movement alone would have been a catastrophe, bringing countless buildings down across the capital and causing untold casualties in an instant.
In Serinburg's inner and outer districts, residents from every walk of life—commoners, Spellcasters, and the powerful alike—stared blankly at the sky. Their eyes were fixed, their minds shaken to the core.
Only long after the mountain-like wooden giant had cut across the sky and vanished into the distance did cries of astonishment finally break out.
"What was that?"
"Gods above!"
Many voices trembled. Knees buckled, and people dropped to the ground, praying with a devotion they had never felt before.
But sharp whistles also rose on every side. Powerful Spellcasters rode the wind into the air. Some stopped to watch from afar, while others exchanged uneasy looks and quietly gave chase.
Boom!
Four or five hundred li from Serinburg, Hong Yuan pressed down a hand, and the wooden giant descended into a dense forest. The moment its feet landed, towering trees shattered like weeds. A deafening roar struck the mountains ten or twenty li away and sent vast echoes rolling back.
Hong Yuan stood atop the wooden giant's head, arms folded, his expression calm.
He did not have to wait long. Almost on his heels, the air shivered as figures landed one after another.
Besides Charles, Augustus, Olivia, and Edwin, even Maguire, whom he had pinned down with a palm strike, and Adrian, whom he had sent flying with a slash, had come.
Their faces were grim, but neither had suffered much harm.
The six Weavers took positions on all sides, surrounding Hong