Running was out of the question.
Instead of such a pedestrian term, Luo Yan preferred to call it a strategic retreat.
His apprehension stemmed not only from the knight who had sprouted a fourth arm but also from the ever-expanding crack directly above his head.
The crack wrapped around the deep red beam of light seemed to be widening, as if something was being released from within.
The ritual of Chaos was complete.
He had done all he could, diminishing the power from Chaos as much as possible.
Before this fearsome power stabilized, perhaps it was best to lay low and observe the changes.
As Luo Yan leaped from one rooftop to another, speeding toward the town's nearest wall, a dark ripple suddenly emerged from the crimson beam that connected the ground to the dome, spreading rapidly in all directions!
The dark wave swept over each stone or wooden building like a tidal wave, penetrating them without hindrance.
