"That was the moment to attack," Noah laughed as dense waves of his sharp aura flowed out of his figure.
His ambition intensified as his centers of power improved. They quickly grew until they reached the solid stage and upper tier of the eighth rank, which gave even more might to his sharp currents.
The six cultivators remained unfazed in front of the storm, and their hands rose to prepare attacks, but Noah had already acted by then.
The energy gathered by the experts suddenly vanished as a pulling force began to affect their "Breath". Their power literally slipped from their hands and failed to fuel spells.
Multiple sharp feathers also came out of Noah's chest, and a faint shadow followed them. Snore had discharged its innate ability from inside the separate space, and Night didn't miss that chance to join the offensive.
