Only the craftsmen understand how to deal with craftsmen.
Thus, when the silver star rises, a barely noticeable wave of magic ripples through the forest.
"Go and disrupt him."
"We absolutely cannot let him find our location."
"That ranger is quite formidable."
"No, that's not a ranger..."
"It's a Dragon Hunter—"
The construct on the battlefield suddenly paused, and one-third of the agile constructs at the rear instantly withdrew from combat.
And in the forest, the combat artisans also stood up at that moment, raised their hands, and directed the gloves glinting with metallic sheen toward a direction; it was a golden light rain, passing through the woods, across the canopy, as if swept by a whirlwind, carrying countless golden raindrops, piercing through from the forest above—
And that golden halo reflected only in Fang Hong's eyes, following the curve of the iris, like a shimmering starlight spread across the night sky.
