Chapter 914 Golden Liquid

• "If we can find a way to advance, we can just as easily retrace our steps. Amidst the complexity, a pair of scissors can break your Nine Halls Dragon Formation, Mr. Falconridge!" After Jonathan finished speaking, he flicked his finger.
• With a single flick, sword aura was unleashed, severing one red thread among the myriad threads of fate.
• Immediately, all the red lines contracted, and in less than a moment, the Nine Halls Dragon Formation vanished. It had crumbled to dust effortlessly, despite being meticulously designed by Orfeo, a formation he took great pride in.