Kyrik Palace.
Under the astonished gazes of countless onlookers, Owen's massive Dharma Form stood proudly between heaven and earth, radiating an oppressive aura. It felt like ants gazing up at the sky; all that remained on their faces was sheer terror.
Owen's display of power was unprecedented!
As they stared in horror, unsure of what to do, the white-browed elder who had received the command from the Kyrik King took a step forward. Like a white phantom, he flickered several times, appearing before Owen.
His hair was gray, and the aura emanating from him was deeply heavy.
Among all the mages suppressed here, he was the only one who maintained a calm demeanor. Even under the force of Owen's Dharma Form, he could still rise into the air, resisting the bone-deep pressure.
"The younger generation has grown to such a level, making us old-timers feel ashamed. But fortunately, this old body of mine still has some strength left to shine."
