The great battle came to an end.
But the Golden Wing Sect's Year Festival Square was now a scene of utter devastation.
The entire area within several hundred yards of Lin Ke's arena had collapsed, and several arenas had been destroyed outright.
Everywhere one looked bore witness to the might of that earlier power.
Lin Ke sat crouched in the great pit and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Junior brother."
As he regulated his breathing, Wu Dao's voice suddenly reached his ears.
He turned to look and saw Wu Dao lying amid the rubble, his head tilted slightly as he smiled at him.
"What's the name of that spell art of yours?"
Lin Ke managed a smile and said calmly, "World-Altering."
Wu Dao narrowed his eyes. A glimmer of understanding gradually appeared in them as he turned toward the sky, murmuring over and over:
"World-Altering... World-Altering... what a World-Altering. What a technique, what a technique! Haha!"
He burst out laughing, as though he had understood something.
"I lost. I lost, but I accept my defeat in this battle wholeheartedly."
As he spoke, he waved a hand. "I haven't had my fill today, but I'm worn out from fighting. Once the trial is over, I'll come seek your instruction again if I get the chance, junior brother."
"When that time comes, let's cut loose and have a proper match. Don't turn me down, junior brother."
There was not a trace of dejection in Wu Dao's words. If anything, he sounded rather excited.
In his heart, he had already acknowledged Lin Ke and wanted to befriend him.
Through this battle, Lin Ke had also gained a deeper understanding of Wu Dao and wished to befriend him.
"Then let's do as you say, senior brother. We'll have another rousing battle someday."
"Haha,