The West Coast brightened, but not due to the sunrise in the east. It was illuminated by a radiant sword that descended from the sky, severing the world between sea and sky in an instant. The steel frame above the cross-sea bridge suddenly fractured, bursting with a mournful roar.
Everything happened too quickly.
Even though the convoy that escorted the Holy Officer was composed of elites, they were simply unable to react to such a horrific strike and could only pray in their hearts.
They prayed that the newly appointed Mr. Holy Officer of the Eighth Realm could withstand it.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Ye inside the limousine lifted his head, his pupils also blazing with endless light. As a member of the Eighth Wisdom Realm, he was definitely not a weakling, having even mastered the rare cosmic light of the Light Series. Otherwise, he would never have ascended to his current position.
Which means, he was very strong.
