Boom——!!!
A corner of the Divine Hall collapsed with a roar, and a terrifying giant sword charged with electricity shattered the tower and broke through the wall.
A nimble figure turned into a wisp of smoke, passing through the enormous gap. Tapping the "Great Treasure Sword" with the tip of his toes, he let out a sneer and was about to soar away.
"Where do you think you're going?"
Unexpectedly, within this short moment delayed by breaking through the Great Divine Hall, the city's defensive forces had already responded.
A glimmer of a cold star flashed through the sky, breaking the sound barrier and carrying a deafening roar, shooting straight toward Aiven.
Swish!
It interrupted his "escape," creating a giant crater on the ground in the process. The fierce brilliance slowly receded, transforming into a blue-and-white porcelain lance nearly four meters long.
