Chapter 845: Useless

Then it happened.

A figure shot out from the underground with immense speed, trailing a glowing streak of blue and purple energy.

The shockwave from its emergence rippled through Sector 8, shaking buildings and sending tremors across the land.

The figure crashed into the Aegis Shield of Sector 7 with such force that the entire sector shuddered. Buildings swayed, cracks spiderwebbed across the ground, and people throughout the capital screamed in terror.

The paragons froze, staring in shock. So did Blackgate, blood dripping from his lips as he struggled to stabilize himself midair after ricocheting off the shield.

In the next instant, an icy voice reverberated through the entire sector.

"Godspeed Grace,"

It sounded like the rumble of thunder, its familiar tone causing the paragons' gazes to narrow.