Chapter 2222
- Meanwhile, half of the cyan robe disciples behind them split off, short blades in hand, sweeping in from the flanks in a fan-shaped encirclement, clearly intending to first sever the wings before concentrating their strength on the core.
- Amelia's gaze sharpened as a short figure shot forward like an arrow released from a bow. Elijah tapped his toe lightly against the stone steps, and the entire bluestone slab instantly shattered. Amid flying debris, he plunged straight into the formation of the purple robe disciples.
- "Your opponent is me!" The little one's crisp voice carried chilling battle intent. His chubby fist swung, wrapped in surging Power of Chaos, smashing toward the nearest purple robe disciple. The disciple's expression changed in alarm as he hurriedly swung his sword, sending a condensed cyan sword aura straight at Elijah's face in an attempt to force him back.