Gerald slowly stepped forward. The closer he was, the stronger the invisible pressure on their shoulders felt. They all stepped back unconsciously, except Han Jin who was still standing there, looking quietly at the long sword in his hand. The sword's edge flashed with countless strange-shaped diagrams and characters.
Should I do this again? Han Jin sighed. He had no other choice.
At this point, the cloud-capped magic tower standing in the center of the city suddenly started emitting a dazzling light. Harsh sounds of an alarm immediately resounded throughout the whole city.