In less than a dozen breaths, the experts of the Palace of the Four Cycles descended upon the Sky family's territory.
They did not hide their presence.
They did not restrain their aura.
They came like a descending calamity.
Valerius stood in the void with his hands clasped behind his back, robes fluttering in the violent current of his own divine power.
Behind him stood Caspian, Linus, and the other Ultimate Supremes of the Palace.
Elders stood in ranked formation. Upper Supremes filled the sky like a dark tide. No fewer than ten Ultimate Supremes radiated oppressive might.
This was not a probing force.
This was extermination.
This was nearly the entirety of the Palace of the Four Cycles' top combat power.
Valerius' gaze swept downward, landing upon the layered formations guarding the Sky family. Ancient runes shimmered across the sky like interlocking constellations. Among them, a Holy-grade Formation flickered with solemn authority.
His expression shifted slightly.
