The masked man was fast, but Aurora Sinclair still managed to intercept him.
"As expected of the Guardian's successor." His voice was tinged with mockery and amusement.
The Power emanating from him surged again, and a trace of caution appeared in Aurora Sinclair's eyes.
'This man is a Martial King!'
The Power from Aurora Sinclair's body gradually gathered in her palms. The surrounding branches began to sway violently, and a strange pressure suddenly enveloped The Thousand-Mile Labyrinth.
The people inside the labyrinth were startled, looking up and around.
'What's going on? Is the weather changing?'
'Why does it feel like the wind is picking up?'
Near Darius Lynch, Elton Morgan's gaze sharpened, and he shot off in a certain direction.
At the same time, two figures stood facing each other, seemingly frozen in place. The branches around them thrashed violently, a large area already destroyed.
The sound of hurried footsteps approached.
