Kapitel 1712: Secret of the Realm

Varian tried to struggle his way out of the old man's grip. He might've succeeded since the opponent was a mid rank 2 like himself. But the formation that activated, even if it's only in this one corridor was enough to suppress him.

In a desperate attempt, he tried to disrupt the formation through the power of chaos. 

Any formation was dependent on some sort of 'Order' to run. Chaos, by its very nature, was the nemesis to anything Orderly.

Since it's a formation set up by the tribe of Heaven, it shouldn't have much resistance against Chaos. These guys shouldn't know much about it.

So, Varian prepared for his escape and h—

"Huh?"

The formation barely shook. 

"Ares." Elder Aion pursed his lips and shook his head. "Should've guessed. No one seeks chaos like them."

Varian used all his power to barely turn his neck and stared at the Elder in the eye.