Under the aura spread by the Fallen Angel Great Elder, the people of the imperial capital, who had already fled far away, felt a chill throughout their bodies, a tingling sensation on their scalps as if the spreading ripples were the scythe of death.
The sturdy walls of the imperial capital were instantly dented and pierced through, while the houses along the way were flattened like wild grass swept by a gale.
Seeing these ripples about to reach the terrified citizens retreating in the city, Leslie frowned, and a surge of anger rose within her.
As the unprecedented Empress of the Azure Kingdom, these citizens were her people!
"Get lost!"
Leslie, filled with rage, coldly uttered a word, and her nimble hands danced like fluttering butterflies, forming ancient seals before her.
As these seals rapidly changed, a massive Dark Tower manifested from the void, hovering behind her like a vast, dark mountain, expansive and grand.
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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