The Dark King burst into a sprint, the ground beneath him splitting apart.
In the blink of an eye, he had already crossed a vast distance across the battlefield and arrived in front of the empire's frontlines.
The Mana Core Magi stationed at the front visibly paled. However, they were prepared. Before the youth could attack, they had already jointly cast a wide Mana Barrier.
No matter how powerful the Dark King's strike was, they were certain that the barrier would hold.
Adam was already upon them, his mana-coated fist mere inches away from smashing the barrier. But at the last possible moment, the corner of his lips curled into a smirk, and he turned his fist into a simple hand seal.
For the briefest of moments, a faint outline of an arched gateway came to life, encompassing his figure. The following second, he disappeared.
