Pillar of Yita

But at this moment, hardly anyone was paying attention to this event anymore.

Because a hum was coming from the arena.

Including every spectator in the square, including the Soul Fingerprint and Zheng Yongzai, and even including Rolin and the others. Everyone instinctively looked up at the sky at that moment.

The Holy Elephant at the center of the square actually trembled slightly.

An invisible ripple started to spread from the square.

...

Port District—

Reed jumped down from Mr. Greyrock, staring in shock at the giant beast on the lake surface—it looked somewhat like a giant multi-headed serpent, but it was at least seven or eight stories high, crashing against the barrier of the Elfendo Spire.

With each impact, it emitted a terrifying roar before crashing its massive head against the barrier.

And each of these impacts caused the barrier to shake violently, yet after the tremor, the barrier remained steadfast, seemingly unscathed.

Elisa couldn’t help but open her mouth slightly.

This is the unyielding bulwark of Fanric—

Eteliria’s Alchemy has ultimately provided mortals with the capital to stand on this continent.

She watched from afar as those screaming Thornfish People, unable to do anything about the Port District’s defenses, and their deity—Koras, also failed in front of this Wall of Sighs.

The young girl finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Thinking it’s no wonder the Alchemists don’t seem to care at all about the Fishmen’s attacks.

”This creature is truly ugly,” the Big Cat People couldn’t help but shake his head, commenting on the Thornfish People’s deity: ”They even call this thing a god, truly lacking any sense of aesthetics—”

But as he spoke halfway, preparing to take out his pipe, he suddenly stopped.

The Lion Paladin’s eyes showed a trace of disbelief as he looked back toward Fanric.

Beside him, Bakins seemed equally sensitive and also looked over there.

In their eyes, Fanric had clear skies, but at that point, something inexplicable was flowing through the sky—it was like an immense power passing through a dimension between two worlds.

From the vast Ether Sea, forming a vortex, piercing through the dimensional barriers, descending upon this world.

That was the Ether Wind.

”Magic flow reversal!?”

Reed almost dropped his pipe.

...

Inside Fanric City.

A person wrapped entirely in a cloak stealthily walked out from a dim alleyway, forcefully tossed a burlap sack, then gave it a bad-tempered kick.

Then he looked up, and in his hollow eye sockets, two flames of Soul Fire gazed incredulously at the scene in the sky.

”No way...”

”How can this place have such a thing?”

He clearly saw.

In the clear sky, a distinctly visible ripple was spreading in all directions.

...

In the sewers beneath Fanric.

Luo Hao, covered in blood and mud, raised his hands helplessly, looking at the Dragon’s Claw henchmen pointing spears at him. He swallowed hard, feeling a bitter taste in his mouth.

He couldn’t help but think that if he had known he would be so unlucky, he shouldn’t have come here alone.

Now it’s a disaster; heaven doesn’t respond, earth doesn’t accommodate.

He closed his eyes, thinking that Fat Uncle was surely going to meet his end here.

But just then, an invisible ripple seemed to tear through the air, instantly sweeping across his body. This Ether Ripple had no effect on him, merely dimming the magic equipment he wore.

But for the Dragon’s Claw henchmen opposite him, it was like a fatal disaster.

As the ripple crossed them, the Dragon’s Claw henchmen let out a terrifying scream, retreating repeatedly, seeming as though their very bodies were being torn apart, unable to maintain their original form.

Luo Hao’s eyes focused upon seeing this scene.

Almost immediately, he pushed aside the opponent’s spear, pulling out a Crystal from behind his waist.

And raised it, pointing it at the opponent—

...

And beneath the arena.

Countless spectators.

Soul Fingerprint, Zheng Yongzai, hundreds of staff members, Rolin, Linen, and even the group of Grand Artificers on the stands.

Including Ande—the old man was wide-mouthed and staring at the scene, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Beside him, a smile finally appeared on Phales’s face.

Inside the live broadcast room, the two guests and commentators simultaneously stopped their awkward chatting.

”Damn, this is...”

”Magic flow reversal?”

”How is this possible!?”

Count Westwood Sibika was almost the first to stand up from his seat, oblivious to everything around him.

And immediately following him, Sonan Steelbrow—Old Dwarf almost instantly jumped onto the table, his small eyes bulging larger than copper bells.

He craned his neck, watching the Ether Magic Power slowly converging in the sky.

At that moment, the same voice echoed repeatedly in their minds:

Magic flow reversal.

A legend is born—

...