The three staggered simultaneously and turned their heads—the dark depths of Fang Hong's eyes reflected a silver gleam cutting through the night sky, like a sword light, which lingered for several seconds before fading away like mist.
In that direction stood the four-story building of the City Hall, with one-third of it having completely vanished.
Fang Hong slightly opened his mouth.
Without deploying the Dragon Knight, this might be the highest level of destructive power an Invoker can achieve—his Fire Giant looks extraordinarily beautiful, but compared to this straightforward sword strike, it falls far short.
This is the battle of kings.
He knows very well whose battlefield that is, and only now does he understand why Ye Hua wanted him, Hilveld, and Sophie to leave—it turns out the Divine King from Ragnarok has arrived.
