Ace raised his other hand; his fingers slicing through the air like a conductor mid-symphony and slashed.
A torrent of roots, jagged branches, and shimmering blood spiraled together into a deadly helix, whistling toward Amon with vengeance and violence.
But Amon simply tilted to the side, gliding away with the ease of a man dodging rain, his cane spinning once in lazy amusement.
Ace frowned as he muttered.
Show-off.
From atop the gate, Grand Elder Lily's voice rang like thunder laced with starlight.
"Enough waiting, let's show these fools why we're called the Sky High Sect!"
Her robes flared dramatically as if the wind itself bowed in agreement.
At her call, the elders leapt into action like awakened legends from ancient scrolls.
Elder Mati descended first, and not alone.
She rode Bryan—the massive, terrifying, and majestic Sovereign Spirit Wolf of Shan Yifeng.
Yes, that Bryan. The ancient spirit said to be untamable….
