Battle With the Representative of Heavens (1)

CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE! CRACKLE!

Thunder and lightning roared, shaking the heavens.

The clouds gathered, forming a massive whirlpool in the sky, as if something was descending.

Mountains split apart, hailstones pounded the earth, and the sea surged beyond its limits.

They all felt it.

The wrath of Heaven was descending.

The citizens of Cerulean trembled.

Fear gripped their hearts, rendering them immobile. Even the strongest among them dared not move.

Draco, who had been about to finish off Romans, suddenly paused.

He could feel it too.

The wrath of Heaven was directed at him.

"The Heavens... they are descending," the Weapon of Plunder murmured, a sigh in her voice.

Draco frowned. "The Heavens?"

"Yes," Xylara's voice rang out. "An organization of individuals born with power bestowed by Heaven itself. Their duty is to maintain law and order—they are the enforcers of the Origin Heavenly Dao."