Lyon came down headfirst like an imperial commander as his figure was encompassed by its aura. Like thunderous veins of lightning, he was heading straight toward Weder whose eyes were still in disbelief seeing the sky suddenly occupied.
"Tch! Don't be so arrogant boy!" shouted Weder before he crossed his arms as an act of defense.
"Heh," Lyon smirked before he pulled out one of the four banners from his back. The flag fluttered as he spun the banner before bashing it toward his arms.
The moment of contact brought fort destruction of the land as the shockwave pushed the group of cultivator mages that were over hundreds of them.
Hundreds of Lyons stormed through the sky under the horror of their enemies after their master's initial contact.
"Hold your position! They are nothing but copies of the original!" shouted Borton to the others with a grimaced face. (What kind of devilish technique is this?!).
