Linley was totally stunned by Doehring Cowart’s words.
“Grandpa Doehring was a Saint-level Grand Magus of the era of the Pouant Empire. If even he has never seen such a complicated, powerful magical formation before, and is certain that the power of this formation is even greater than that of forbidden spells, then…” Linley felt a thread of trepidation.
What exactly was this mysterious magical formation doing here?
“Linley, take a closer look and try to get a feel for the formation, as well as that violet longsword.” Doehring Cowart said to Linley.
Linley nodded slightly. He immediately gathered wind elemental essence to him and used it to sense the aura of that magical formation and the violet longsword. Closing his eyes, Linley could sense an aura of weight and density emanating from the black platform’s magical formation, so heavy and oppressive it was stifling.
