Chapter 74: Ashvele Clan
The bone-breaking pressure rolling off the middle-aged man standing behind swept across the massive plaza like a hurricane.
It was an aura completely fundamentally different from the Spirit Manifestation Realm.
"Core... Core Formation Realm!"
An old Spirit Manifestation Realm man's voice trembled as he uttered those words.
The words dropped like a thunderclap.
Core Formation Realm!
In the entirety of the Outer Frontier, an expert at this realm was regarded no less than a god.
And now, one was standing right in their courtyard.
Harmon, Dorris, Kory, Silas, and Amos felt an invisible mountain press down on their spines.
Harmon gritted his teeth, his hand instinctively dropping to the hilt of his blue sword.
"The Ashvele Clan," Harmon muttered, a layer of cold sweat instantly beading on his forehead.
They had come.
And they had come far faster than anyone could have ever anticipated.
