"Is this Cao Xin's true strength?"
Xie Xie finally found his voice.
But his voice was more than an octave higher than usual, and the end of it trembled faintly.
"That was Level 12!"
"The Federation's trump card!"
As he spoke, he gestured wildly, both hands waving through the air as though he wanted to recreate a scene that exceeded the limits of what words could convey.
But Tang Wulin said nothing.
He merely raised his head quietly and looked at the Ice Dragon.
Something in his chest was burning.
The thought of "catching up to him" was tempered anew at that moment...
It became harder, brighter, and farther away.
Just then...
Space rippled slightly.
Then the void was torn open.
Cao Dezhi stepped out, his expression filled with urgency.
The pressure of the Level 12 Fixed Soul Guidance Artillery Shells had blanketed all of Shrek City.
The energy fields released by those two Level 12 Fixed Soul Guidance Artillery Shells had formed an invisible barrier...
They had thrown the space throughout the area into utter chaos, making it impossible for him to forcefully tear through space and descend.
He had tried many times from far away.
But that barrier had repelled him every time.
The agony of knowing his son was at the center of danger yet being unable to reach him was like a string drawn to its limit, taut, trembling, and humming within his chest.
Until just now, when he sensed a change in space.
The auras of the two artillery shells had vanished, and the chaotic energy field shrouding Shrek City had dissipated with them. Only then had he finally managed to tear through space and descend.
He first looked at Zang Xin.
Snowflakes swept up by the earlier gusts still clung to the hem