A sphere of sunlight rose over Blood King Palace Square.
Under its blessing, even the cold earth became warm.
"Rashar, you still haven't forced me to use my full strength."
The bright white light shone on Lanci's face, echoing his words.
Duke Rashar felt his mind almost shattered by this deafening calm voice, as if he were standing in the noon of day and night reversed.
Even at his peak, Lankros could never summon such a wide-area solar power in Blood Moon City!
At this moment, Duke Rashar would rather believe the light that hurt his eyes was an illusion, but the cruel reality was that his entire strength instantly weakened to just the Eighth-order level.
His power was remarkably similar to Lankros's, yet entirely different.
As if he was the reborn Lankros.
Under the glaring sun, Duke Rashar, the Third Ancestor, his expression gradually changed from initial shock to anger.
