"Shadowstep Through the Clouds!"
Aric's voice erupted like thunder.
His figure blurred—no, it fractured—splitting into countless afterimages that flickered across the sky like streaks of distorted lights. His speed surged past the limits of normal vision, leaving shimmering echoes behind each footstep.
In a flash—
He pierced straight through Althea, Magnus, and Zeon's blockade.
Zeon's expression collapsed.
"fk—what kind of movement technique level is that?!"
He looked back only to see Aric already a hundred meters away, the distance growing with every heartbeat.
Magnus didn't even look.
"Leave him. The three of us must keep Esmor occupied—Brother Ethan is dealing with the real threat!"
He ripped the heavy sword from his back, aura erupting, and swung with a ferocious downward arc at Esmor.
Zeon unleashed a flurry of formation compasses and shining spiritual weapons—each bursting with thunderous force.
Althea's eyes gleamed sharply.
"Bloodline Secret Technique!"
