บท 839: My King

Elder Conli's power erupted, but Amphorae had already began falling from the sky, a final light being drawn across the skies, flickering without the slightest hint of strength.

Her wings weakly flapped, trying to slow her descent, but every attempt ended with a rain of red feathers… It was truly a bird's last song…

Amphorae's last note resounded through the air, piercing toward Elder Conli at a speed that shouldn't be possible for sound. However, unlike the other 8 verses, Elder Conli's heart was being fiercely protected by an aura that could only be produced by a half-step transcendent.

The earth was obliterated in an instant. Under the power of such a being, even a planet of the ancient era could hardly withstand just the simple release of his power.