As the great bell of the Eternal Clock Tower tolled, the sacred and solemn ring descended from the dome, echoing across every Gothic spire and flying rib of the Royal Capital, carrying the ancient majesty across time and space, pressing all the clamor into this magnificent sound.
Xiao Long still wanted to say something.
But Gedre, who had been accumulating power for a long time, pounced over, the kind of violent strength was too intense, the light-altering tiles beneath his feet collapsed with a roar, and in the instant he launched off the ground, the floating platform, weighing no less than a thousand tons, tilted over ten degrees to one side.
Suddenly staggering and losing balance, Xiao Long instinctively took a step back to stabilize himself, the ultimate dark horse, a god-blocking demon-slaying presence, had already closed in, a storm of blades swirling with immense force.
