Ancestral Craft

"…D*mn it!"

The pursuers saw the scene of Kang De driving down the cliff.

Then, they heard an intense sound of falling into the water.

Below was a surging river.

In their shock, everyone quickly arrived at the edge of the cliff. The moonlight was bright and sprinkled on the river, refracting silver waves. The violent water splash and ripples had yet to dissipate, but the river was wide and the water was deep. It was pitch-black below.

"We can't drown him!"

The leading mage shouted, "He will definitely take this opportunity to escape!"

The mage raised his staff, and demonic light shone from it. Balls of light flew into the air and were thrown in all directions, emitting a bright light that illuminated the darkness.

Those balls of light slowly descended from the sky like lanterns floating in the void, illuminating the river and the shores in detail, as if it was the day.

"Mage Ogilvy! Mage Noscent!"