Lord McAvoy stood before him, sword in hand, intimidating several peak experts lurking in the shadows.
None dared to attack again.
The shattered space passage was swiftly repaired, and the Northern Army resumed its advance.
At the end of the passage lay a paradise.
As they emerged from the massive exit, a wave of spiritual energy flooded in, clearing minds and sharpening vision.
Braydon Neal was the first to step out, hands behind his back, a hint of nostalgia flickering in his eyes.
He murmured, "It's been a long time since I've felt such a familiar aura."
As far as the eye could see, the lush green grass spread like a carpet, radiating powerful vitality.
Rare and precious fruits, full of life and consciousness, scurried about.
Even small trees were darting around.
"Immortal grass, immortal fruit, immortal spirit tree!" Cole Colbie exclaimed as he emerged, taking in the scene.