The heavy silence that followed the catastrophic blast hung over the Cloud-Mist Pavilion like an absolute physical weight. The thick, dark-purple shadow smoke from the five hundred Homing Shadow Talismans slowly began to part, revealing a scene of utter, unprecedented devastation across the granite training yard.
Twelve elite 10th-Class Grand Disciple wizards from the Vance clan lay completely broken and unconscious in the dirt. Their primary meridian junctions were thoroughly shattered by the absolute kinetic force of Tony's tracking arrows, and their high-tier crimson staves lay scattered in splintered pieces across the rubble. Their supreme, arrogant blood war had been systematically slaughtered and brought to an absolute stop in less than three seconds.
