Chapter 352: Charge (1)
Along the edge of the formation, which continually rotated in a large circular shape, a pale white light flowed in long streaks.
It was a tangible energy wave. It held the power to block external interference.
The swallow circling in the sky failed to descend.
Not only was it difficult to grasp the capabilities of the formation, but there were also incredibly dangerous entities surrounding its master on the ground.
Screech—
The winged spirit blinked its small, pitch-black eyes as it looked down at its master.
Though it had finally arrived after sensing the energy it hadn’t felt in a long time, its innate nature warned that its master was once again doing something that would make it impossible to come closer.
The mystic swallow of Ipwang Fortress instinctively felt this.
If it recklessly approached the master’s technique, it might never be able to pass the small piece of wood hanging from its leg.
The small eyes of the spirit alternated between its master, the shadow of the master, the figures of the Golden Master and the Ten Arts Master standing nearby, and, far in the distance, a presence approaching at an incredible speed—an entity beyond reach.
"Net."
At that moment, the Golden Master spoke.