The appearance of the Sky Dragon instantly tipped the scales of the battle-or rather, made the other side realize at once that they could not overpower their opponent.
After a violent explosion and a flash so blinding that everyone had to close their eyes, the ground shook fiercely, and everything seemed to begin settling down.
But Sylven felt an even stronger sense of danger. He unleashed his magic power to sharpen his senses and, sure enough, saw two blurred figures still fighting, rapidly approaching him.
Clang, clang, clang!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Boom-!
Perhaps they had realized that using too much magic power would only destroy Lomiyan City and kill more uninvolved people, while offering little chance of finishing their opponent outright.
The blows exchanged between the figures in black and white were far less powerful than before, but they came much faster. With all their force concentrated within a small area, they were even more terrifying.
Sylven could not even entertain the thought of helping. He simply did everything he could to get away from their battle.
This fellow is still just as good at running away as before.
The thought flashed through Mulan's mind. The exchanges between him and his other self grew faster again, and their battle carried them farther and farther away.
Only after quite some time did the frightened members of the Duke's Mansion breathe a little easier. Nearly half of the duke's sprawling estate, however, had been reduced to rubble.
Sylven did not pursue Mulan. Instead, he hurried back to the Duke's Mansion to look for his Magic Flute. Only by sensing it did he finally locate the Flute, but foreign magic power had already corroded patterns into its surface.
Benjamin and Handel were the first to arrive, then swiftly followed the sounds and traces