The gigantic explosion, even more explosive than a thunderclap on a clear sky, reverberated for a long time.
In the midst of battle, both Liszt and Zote were momentarily stunned, the ground quaking as if trembling, as they focused on stabilizing their stances to avoid showing any openings to the opponent.
A fracture line streaked across the black and red sky, like a collapsing stairway of air; Garscek, who was raging in a killing spree, suddenly had her cloud-cutting wings go rigid, tumbling like a kite with its string cut, spiraling downward struggling toward the earth.
The Judger who had unleashed the Fallen Sky Word Spirit Technique had trembling pupils.
How could this happen?
This kind of soul of words magic could be counted on one hand in existence, and its impact on the Dragon Clan was catastrophic.
Yet, that relatively smaller Silver Dragon was unaffected in the slightest.
