"We've already broken into Black Prison."
"Does it still matter whether you can call the shots or not?"
The Dark Council chairman's somewhat flamboyant laughter echoed over the entire inner castle. As he laughed, he raised his intact hand and pressed it downward.
The sky suddenly darkened.
Zheng Qing looked up. A massive six-fingered palm descended from the heavens, the lines on its palm clearly visible. It filled more than half of his field of vision, nearly blotting out the entire sky. Beneath that palm lay the inner castle of Black Prison Castle, its six fingers hanging down like six towering pillars, locking down the Guardian Formation's countless transformations.
Crack! Crack!
Ominous sounds echoed through the sky.
The enormous palm pressed down upon the inner castle. Under the immense external pressure, the barrier raised by the defensive formation flashed violently. On the city walls, every magical circuit node at every battlement erupted with streak after streak of red light warning that it had reached its critical point.
Spell after spell rose from within the inner castle, holding up the formation that was on the verge of collapse. Urgent orders and anxious reports rose and fell. The tense, silent atmosphere that had gripped the little city shattered abruptly, as though the lid had been lifted from a pot of boiling water, releasing a scorching breath that seared every soul that drew near.
Several young wizards looked at the old man beside them with unease.
Perhaps the title of Vice Principal of First University gave people a profound sense of reliability. Perhaps it was because, even after danger had arrived, no wizard had come to this small area to report bad news to the old man. Or perhaps it was simply because of Old Man Ruo Yu's calm expression and detached gaze.