The commotion below instantly drew everyone's attention on the mountaintop.
The arrivals were none other than Black Qilin and Julian. Black Qilin's body was wreathed in surging elemental power, the four forces intertwining like living flames around it. Without slowing, the beast charged straight up the slope toward the peak.
Any guards foolish enough to block its path were hurled aside by violent bursts of lightning, fire, and wind. These were just ordinary faction guards—how could they compare to someone like Ethan? When Black Qilin had first displayed this technique, Ethan hadn't even bothered to raise his defenses. The chaotic elemental blasts, though devastating to others, had been little more than a tickle to him.
The guards, however, weren't so fortunate. Whenever lightning mixed with fire or water clashed with wind, it triggered violent explosions, tossing them like rag dolls.
