Chương 437: Aetherflow

Lucius' pupils constricted as he froze in place. His head slowly turned to the side, a slight sheen of cold sweat on his back. He had prepared for everything, but he had never thought even a single time that Sylas would be able to attack from so far away without even so much as a bow.

And worse than that…

A ballista, expensive and painstakingly crafted by Archibald, was blasted apart as though a ticking time bomb had just gone off in its internal structure.

Bits and pieces, shards and gears, blew apart in all directions as Sylas slowly lowered his fist. However, what was even more shocking than that was that the top of the wall had a trench torn out through it as though a giant had suddenly come from above and taken a bite.

They all knew exactly how tough that wall was, but now it had been blown to bits from a single strike.