CHAPTER 821
Grey was focused entirely on his own cultivation, refining his mana in a lotus position, when the strongest Vice Leader from the Behemoth Clan of the Noxarian faction—Pluck—suddenly initiated an attack from above.
A swirling mass of condensed Ki spun violently above his palm, crackling with lethal intent.
But before he could unleash the strike, a sudden, piercing shout echoed across the battlefield.
"Finally!"
The cry was followed immediately by a sharp trail of brilliant crimson streaking through the air like a fallen star.
"What's that?" Finral asked, his voice laced with a confused tremor as he pointed toward the atmospheric disturbance.
Bang—!
A thunderous collision occurred in mid-air, followed by the rapid descent of two powerful figures.
Instead of a clumsy crash landing, both combatants touched down smoothly on opposite sides of the scorched earth.
