The latter glanced at Motan without comment, then raised his right hand and lightly waved towards the star cloud that had not yet ended its duration under everyone's watchful eyes.
A crimson thin line appeared in mid-air, seemingly unable to intersect with anything, including the air, just like a crack that abruptly appears on a liquid crystal screen without affecting the content of the show, yet undeniably present in the observer's vision, exuding an indescribable and overwhelming presence.
"Snap——"
In the next moment, the stardust enveloping the two leaders of the Blood Wing Clan and Motan, suddenly shifted positions inexplicably. It moved diagonally upwards and downwards respectively, by less than ten centimeters, taking the crimson 'thin line' as the axis, and then… silently dispersed.
