About ten minutes later, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted in the distance, the sound carrying far under the quiet night sky.
Su Ya and Peng Yan jerked their heads up, their eyes wide as they stared into the distance.
Several kilometers away, at the manor's location, the once-dark night sky was now stained a brilliant blue-white. Countless thick bolts of lightning, like roaming dragons, flashed and weaved through the air, illuminating a thousand-meter radius as if it were broad daylight.
Pei Ze gazed toward the manor, a strange look flashing across his face.
'This is... the aura of spatial fluctuations.'
Pei Ze understood immediately.
An Official Wizard's destructive power was terrifying; a single casual strike could level swathes of buildings.
If a battle between Official Wizards were to break out, the area for several kilometers around the manor would likely be reduced to ruins.
