El's anger burned, and the Silver Flame he held in his hands began to spread along his arms, slowly but surely enveloping Yi Tian entirely. The silent burning Silver Flame wrapped around Yi Tian, his aura of dominance becoming even more pronounced. His body gently floated upward, Yi Tian controlled his position to not fly too high, yet not too low, as a sense of pressure began to emanate from him.
His gaze swept over the area, instilling fear without anger, possessing the aura of sinking ships and shattering tyranny with a mere wave of his hand.
Watching the power users falling to the ground, Yi Tian spoke slowly, "Weren't you looking for me?" His voice seemed elusive, as if it didn't come from his lips, his eyes already covered in Silver Light, devoid of any emotion.
