Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!
Countless powerhouses were startled by this apocalyptic scene and rushed into the sky from their respective planes.
Harris and the others hovered in the void with blank expressions, their pupils reflecting that overwhelming gray.
"This is… the phenomenon of a sage rank opening!"
"A powerhouse has advanced!"
"It's Faustus—!"
Harris's lips trembled slightly.
What kind of joke was this?
The Chaosverse had been firmly sealed by invisible shackles. No one could advance. Even T9 Oracle-grade beings were helpless!
How could Faustus possibly break through a barrier that even great Oracle-grade beings could not shake?!
"Faustus… he actually advanced?!"
Silas and the others were full of shock, their voices carrying a near-collapsing tremor.
"Was I… wrong?"
Udi's face was filled with bitterness and unwillingness, as though someone had snatched away the fruit of fate's gift from his hand.
…
In another plane.
