That sphere slowly grew as Tang Wan-er spread her hands. It was translucent and sparkling like a crystal, however, when it appeared, time seemed to stand still. Silence drummed in people’s ears, and all those experts quivered. They smelled death from that sphere.

There were millions of almost imperceptibly tiny runes dancing within that sphere. They were simply swimming around naturally, yet everyone sensed a fatal danger from them.

“What kind of magical art is that?!”

The Southern Xuan Region’s experts were horrified. They were large powerhouses who were dominating the Southern Xuan Region, and they had lived for countless years. But even they had never seen such a terrifying and bizarre magical art.

“Wind Spirit Moonslash!”

Tang Wan-er’s hands suddenly began to shine as she unleashed her sphere. Rumbling filled the air, breaking the silence. Space and time were torn to shreds, and the world was thrown into chaos.

Within the Skywood...