His tone was full of pressure, as if forcing the man in the purple robe to make a decision imdiately. Magnus fell silent. His eyes narrowed, his mind racing. If he intervened, this law manifestation zone would be destroyed and belong to no one. But if he remained idle, the outco would still be the sa.
Efan, who had been observing all this ti, felt Magnus's gaze shift. Not just toward him, but toward all mbers of the Invistus Sect.
Cold.
It was as if sothing was creeping along his spine, making the hairs on his neck stand. That gaze didn't just look—it pierced through, as if evaluating each of their very existences.
"You have five minutes to form the pillar, then return directly to the space vessel."
Magnus's voice rang clearly in Efan's ears. Not just him—every mber of the Invistus Sect heard the command.
There was no ti to ask questions. No ti to hesitate.
They had to move imdiately.
Sowhere on the surface of the law manifestation zone, Lein appeared suddenly. His body shot out of the void before finally landing on a large chunk of stone. The surface of the stone was filled with rough holes, as if eroded by sothing beyond re ti. Lein straightened up, his eyes quickly scanning the surrounding area.
Just monts ago, after receiving direct orders from the Ancestor of the Invictus Sect, Luxador had conveyed that they must prepare to transfer into the law manifestation zone. Not long after, Lein felt a mysterious energy pulling at his body—like an invisible, powerful wind yanking him out of his place. In an instant, his vision went dark, and then he was here.
"Random drop point?" he muttered softly.
His eyes searched around for Luxador or any of the Grand Elders, but there was no one nearby. The silence that cloaked this place was broken only by faint sounds from afar—the rumble of what sounded like a fierce battle at the edge of the zone.
Zing!
A flash of light streaked past the corner of his eye. The light was so small, almost like a firefly in the night, yet its speed was thousands of tis faster.
Lein turned sharply. His gaze swept the air, trying to find the source of the light. He narrowed his focus, allowing his senses to work harder, but he still couldn't locate the source again.
He took a deep breath, nearly giving up the search. But just as he was about to shift his attention—
Zing!
The flash appeared again.
This ti, Lein didn't stay idle. His eyes narrowed, and his combat instincts kicked in. He tried to lock onto the movent of the glowing object, and in an instant, he realized sothing—the white light was extrely small, nearly invisible to the naked eye. But before he could analyze it further, the light vanished without a trace.
"Law energy?" Lein concluded in his mind.
Only sothing infused with the essence of law could behave so strangely—surpassing the speed limit even a King-tier cultivator like him could track. This ant… he was getting closer to his goal.
A small smile ford on his face.
Boom!
A massive explosion echoed, shaking the air and creating ripples of emptiness around him. The waves of energy vibrated wildly, spreading like ripples across a lake struck by a stone.
Lein turned toward the outer zone. The transparent purple barrier created by the Invictus Sect's Ancestor was trembling violently, absorbing the impact of the ongoing battle outside. For a brief mont, he could see a massive cube holding back a giant spear charging with terrifying power.
A glint flashed in Lein's eyes.
"They're only at the Mid-King stage… yet their strength is enough to cause this level of destruction," he murmured, almost like a sigh.
A slight thrill stirred in his chest—a yearning, a desire to reach that sa level of power.
Lein didn't observe for long. His gaze shifted toward the center of the zone, where several chaotic energy signatures were fluctuating in the distance. A great battle was unfolding, with waves of power from various factions colliding in the air, producing flashes of light that occasionally exploded like lightning.
"What if I make a massive number of clones?" Lein muttered, trying to think of the fastest way to build the pillar. They only had five minutes—a very limited ti to complete this mission.
Suddenly, another figure shot toward him at high speed. Lein imdiately beca alert, but the figure stopped not far from him, still floating above the void.
"Young Master Lein, are you alright?" asked Luxador, observing Lein who seed deep in thought.
Lein was surprised. The Luxador in front of him looked different—much weaker than before. His brows furrowed as he realized sothing odd.
"Lord Luxador? What happened to you?" he asked directly, his tone full of caution.
Luxador flinched briefly, then nodded in understanding. "This isn't my real body. Just a clone," he said casually.
Lein nodded slowly, understanding the situation. If Luxador could use clones, then so could he.
"Master Lein, if there's no issue, let's build the pillar as quickly as possible. Right now, only the Tenebrae Sect is our main rival," Luxador said enthusiastically. "Our chances of securing 50% of the law manifestation zone will be very high."
Hearing that, Lein no longer hesitated. He looked toward the still-empty parts of the zone, then back to Luxador.
"Alright, Sir. I'll move imdiately."
"Good. Then head over that way, there's still so open area we can use." Luxador pointed to another side of the manifestation zone. Without another word, his clone shot forward, heading to the indicated location to build another pillar.
Left behind, Lein let out a small smirk. "Alright, ti to work too," he murmured softly.
With one motion, he released thousands of swords from within his spatial ring. The cold light of the swords glead briefly before transforming—each sword turned into another Lein. In an instant, thousands of clones stood around him, filling the air with the sa powerful aura.
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