"Above those clouds, there's actually a spell that can completely hide their presence."
Elder Turner frowned slightly as he watched three massive storm clouds drifting closer. "Mountainshade, that sly old fox, always full of tricks."
"If Timothy hadn't discovered this and sent the intel back to Sky Sanctuary in time, they would've caught us completely off guard with a surprise attack."
"Two Holy Emperors launching a sneak attack? That's just shameless!"
Hearing Elder Turner's words, the disciples' disdain for Holy Emperor Featherwind and Holy Emperor Mountainshade deepened even further.
More and more Sky Sanctuary practitioners gathered in front of the Goddess's statue. Even with an army looming on the horizon, their spirits remained high, eager for the fight.
By now, the clouds had drifted closer.
High above, looking down at Sky Sanctuary, Holy Emperor Featherwind's face was filled with arrogance.
